They chant their artless notes in simple guise ; The priest-like father reads the sacred page- Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay His head : How His first followers and servants sped; The precepts sage they wrote to many a land ; And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by Then, kneeling down, to heaven's eternal King, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregations wide, Devotion's every grace, except the heart! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But, haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul; And in His Book of Life the inmates poor enroll. Burns. 1221. FANATICISM. Definition of WHAT is fanatic frenzy, scorn'd so much, And dreaded more than a contagious touch? I grant it dangerous, and approve your fear, That fire is catching if you draw too near; But sage observers oft mistake the flame, And give true piety that odious name. To tremble (as the creature of an hour Ought at the view of an Almighty power) Before whose presence, at whose awful throne. All tremble in all worlds, except our own, To supplicate His mercy, love His ways, And prize them above pleasure, wealth, or praise, Though common sense, allow'd a casting voice, And free from bias, must approve the choice, Convicts a man fanatic in the extreme, And wild as madness in the world's esteem. But that disease, when soberly defined, Is the false fire of an o'erheated mind; It views the truth with a distorted eye, And either warps or lays it useless by ; 'Tis narrow, selfish, arrogant, and draws Its sordid nourishment from man's applause; And while at sin unrelinquish'd lies, Presumes itself chief favourite of the skies.-Cowper. 1222. FANCY. IN the soul Are many lesser faculties, that serve There are, who to my person pay their court; THE firmest purpose of a woman's heart All-potent Flattery, universal lord ! 1282. FLATTERY. Last refinement of 1283. FLATTERY: loved. OH, that men's ears should be 'Tis an old maxim in the schools But flattery never seems absurd; They take the strongest praise on trust; Will still come short of self-conceit.-Gay. 1284. FLATTERY. Meanness of FLATTERY but ill becomes a soldier's mouth; No flattery, boy! an honest man can't live by 't: Otway. Let me be grateful; but let far from me 1285. FLATTERY. Mirror of A BEGGAR of Shiraz once had a looking-glass To show an ugly face as if it were most fair! For each with gladness gave who saw himself so fair: The gay young lord, the foul old hag, both looking there. At last the beggar, lying sick, gave to his son He is a fool who looks therein to see himself.' 1286. FLATTERY: selfish. Oriental. You play the spaniel, And think with wagging of your tongue to win me. Shakespeare. 1287. FLATTERY: the peril of the great. THAT subtle serpent, servile flattery, Seldom infects the meaner man, that fears No change of state, through fortune's treachery; She spits her poison at the mightiest peers, And with her charms enchants the prince's ears: In sweetest wood the worm doth soonest breed, The caterpillar on best buds doth feed. Mirror for Magistrates. To feed, and clothe thee? why should the poor be flatter'd? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; 'Tis the fate of princes, that no knowledge Comes pure to them, but, passing through the eyes And ears of other men, it takes a tincture From every channel; and still bears a relish Of flattery or private ends.-Denham. 1288. FLOWERS: do not bloom in vain. IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, Made the black waters, with their beauty gayHere might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the marsh and sky,' Dear, tell them, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being. Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask; I never knew, 1289. FLOWERS: fading. FADE, flowers, fade; nature will have it so ; 'Tis but what we must in our autumn do. Waller. 1296. FLOWERS. Field YE field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true; Yet, wildings of nature, I dote upon you; For ye waft me to summers of old, When the earth teem'd around me with fairy delight, And when daisies and buttercups gladden'd my sight, Like treasures of silver and gold.-Campbell. 1291. FLOWERS. Teaching of the To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. Wordsworth. Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining, Horace Smith. There is a lesson in each flower, Cunningham. He might have made enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have made no flowers. The clouds might give abundant rain, Then wherefore, wherefore were they made, Springing in valleys green and low, Where no man passes by? Our outward life requires them not, To comfort man-to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim; For who so careth for the flower 1294. FOES. A Christian's Mary Howitt. AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost. Here giant Danger threatening stands, Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 1295. FOLLIES. Unsuspected WHOSE follies, blazed about, to all are known, And are a secret to himself alone.-Granville. 1296. FOLLOWING CHRIST. IF Jesus came to earth again, And walk'd and talk'd in field and street, Who would not lay his human pain Low at those heavenly feet? And leave the loom, and leave the lute, How many a brow with care o'erworn, How many a heart with grief o'erladen, How many a youth with woe forlorn, How many a mourning maiden, Would leave the baffling earthly prize Which fails the earthly, weak endeavour, To gaze into those holy eyes, And drink content for ever! And I where'er He went would go, Nor question where the path might lead: Enough to know that here below I walk'd with God indeed! If this be thus, O Lord of mine, If this be thus, if this be thus, And our poor prayers yet reach Thee, Lord, Since we are weak, once more to us Reveal the Living Word! Oh, nearer to me in the dark Of life's low hours one moment stand, And give me keener eyes to mark The moving of Thy hand.-Owen Meredith. 1297. FOOD. Daily O KING of earth, and air, and sea! The fishes may for food complain, And oh! when through the wilds we roam 1298. FOOD. Poisonous DEATH in the pot ! 'tis always there, Unless He sanctify the meat, And bless us from the sky, Unless we to His glory eat, Our souls by eating die.-Charles Wesley. 1299. FOOD. Provision of By the poor widow's oil and meal Though small the stock, it lasted well, It seem'd as if from day to day They were to eat and die; Thus to His poor He still will give No barn nor storehouse they possess 1300. FOOLS. Rashness of FOR fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Pope. 1301. FORBEARANCE: necessary to domestic happiness. ALAS! and is domestic strife, And tumult and intestine war.-Cowper. 1302. FOREST. Music of the My soul is growing sick-I will away And gather balm from a sweet forest walk! And the green boughs are hung with living lutes, Who made them, while they sound His untaught praise! The whole wild wood is one vast instrument |