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Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whisper'd praise.
His peaceful smile invites them to love and to confide, Oh! follow in His footsteps, keep closely by His side!
of the deep learning in the schools of yore,
The reverend pastor hath a golden stock :
The better cravings of his simple flock;
Where streams eternal gush from Calvary's rock; For well he knows, not learning's purest tides Can quench the immortal thirst that in the soul abides.
Mrs Little. 2636. PASTORS. Inconsistent
To soft and tearful sadness, He changes dumb despair, And soothes to deep submission the storm of grief
and care ; Where midnight shades are brooding, He pours the
light of noon, And every grievous wound He heals, most surely, if
He will not always answer thy questions and thy fear, His watch word is, 'Be patient, the journey's end is
near ! And even through the toilsome way, He tells of joys
to come, And points the pilgrim to his rest, the wanderer to
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
2637. PATIENCE. Angel of
To cheer, to help us, children of the dust,
More than one angel has Our Father given; But one alone is faithful to her trust,
The best, the brightest exile out of heaven.
Her ways are not the ways of pleasantness ;
Her paths are not the lightsome paths of joy; She walks with wrongs that cannot find redress,
And dwells in mansions Time and Death destroy.
She waits until her stern precursor, Care,
Has lodged on foreheads, open as the morn, To plough his deep, besieging trenches there
The signs of struggles which the heart has borne.
2639. PATIENCE. Angel of
To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
Whittier 2640. PATIENCE. Difficulty of exercising 'Tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow; But no man's moral, when he shall endure The like himself: therefore give me no counsel ; My griefs are louder than advertisement.
Shakespeare Patience, unmoved, no marvel though she pause (They can be meek that have no other cause) :
But when the first cloud darkens in our sky,
And face to face with Life we stand alone, Silent and swift, behold ! she draweth nigh,
And mutely makes our sufferings her own.
Unto rebellious souls, that, mad with Fate,
To question God's eternal justice dare, She points above with looks that whisper, ‘Wait
What seems confusion here is wisdom there.'
Daughter of God! who walkest with us here,
Who mak'st our every tribulation thine, Such light hast thou in Earth's dim atmosphere, How must thy seat in heaven exalted shine !
Bayard Taylor. 2638. PATIENCE. Angel of
A GENTLE angel walketh throughout a world of woe, With messages of mercy to mourning hearts below : 1
2643. PATIENCE. Exhortation to
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
Oh! foolish heart, be still,
And vex thyself no more, Wait thou for God until
He opens pleasure's door.
But God doth know,-
And rest thee so.-C. F. Gellert,
2644. PATIENCE. Help to
Many are the sayings of the wise, In ancient and in modern books enrolla, Extolling patience as the truest fortitude; And to the bearing well of all calamities, All chances incident to man's frail life, Consolitaries writ, With studied argument, and much persuasion sought, Lenient of grief and anxious thought : But with th' afflicted in his pangs their sound Little prevails, or rather seems a tune Harsh, and of dissonant mood from his complaint; Unless he feels within Some source of consolation from above, Secret refreshings, that repair his strength, And fainting spirits uphold. - Milton.
In such a world, so thorny, and where none
Cowper. 2645. PATIENCE. Lessons of Be patient ! oh, be patient! Put your ear against
the earth; Listen there how noiselessly the germ o' the seed
has birth; How noiselessly and gently it upheaves its little way, Till it parts the scarcely broken ground, and the
blade stands up in day.
· 2641. PATIENCE : enjoined.
What God decrees, child of His love,
What pleases God.
The wisest will is God's own will ;
What pleases God.-Gerhardt.
Be patient ! oh, be patient! the germs of mighty
thought Must have their silent undergrowth, must under
ground be wrought; But as sure as there's a power that makes the grass
appear, Our land shall be green with liberty, the blade-time
shall be here.
2642. PATIENCE. Example of
O YE, whose hearts in secret bleed
O'er transient hope, like morning dew, O'er friendship faithless in your need,
Or love to all its vows untrue, Who shrink from persecution's rod,
Or slander's fang, or treachery's tone, Look meekly to the Son of God,
And in His griefs forget your own. Forsaken are ye?—so was He ;
Reviled ?-yet check the 'vengeful word; Rejected ?-should the servant be
Exalted o'er his suffering Lord ?
Is e'er regardless of your lot:
Be patient ! oh, be patient! go and watch the wheat
ears growSo imperceptibly that ye can mark nor change nor
throeDay after day, day after day, till the ear is fully
grown, And then again day after day, till the ripen'd field
Be patient ! oh, be patient ! though yet our hopes
are green, The harvest fields of freedom shall be crown'd with
sunny sheen. Be ripening! be ripening! mature your silent way, Till the whole broad land is tongued with fire on
freedom's harvest day !
2646. PATIENCE. Reward of
When next I falter, rouse my faith as now,
Caroline A. Briggs. 2648. PATIENCE. Success of
With patience sour grapes become sweetmeats, and mulberry leaves turn to satin.'-Oriental Proverb. Calm daughter of the might of God,
Large-handed, firm, not prone to speak;
Delighting to make strong the weak,
It rests above, high out of reach.
Then comest thou, with skill to teach The better habits of the mind.
HASTE not : the flying courser, over-heated, dies, While step by step the patient camel goalward plies.
Oriental. 2649. PATIENCE. True
I wait uneasily and strive,
Resentful at the motion slow
Of leaves which spread and worms which grow, And, unproducing, seem to thrive. But, after all, the grape will round,
Ruddy and ripe, with perfect juice ;
And, after all, the worm hath use,
Of long-enduring sun and rain,
And wear the robe which I was fain
PATIENCE in cowards is tame, hopeless fear; But in brave minds, a scorn of what they bear.
Dryden. 2650. PATIENCE. Value of How poor are they who have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
2651. PATIENCE. Victory of
PATIENCE is more oft the exercise
2647. PATIENCE. Reasons for
2652. PATIENT LOVE. Christ's example of What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below!
Thy life and death of woe!
A weight of sorrow hung;
Escaped Thy silent tongue
Thy friends unfaithful prove ;
Thy heart could only love.
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
The wrongs that we receive.
One with Thyself, may every eye
In us, Thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord with Thee.
Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs
2653. PATRIOTISM. Innate
But where to find the happiest spot below, Who can direct, when all pretend to know? The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims the happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease : The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare, And estimate the blessings which they share, Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind; As different good, by art or nature given, To different nations make their blessings even.
Goldsmith. 2654. PATRIOTISM. Lack of
2657. PATRIOTISM. Shrines of
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he bath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.--Scott.
2658. PATRIOTISM. Universal THERE is a land, of every land the pride, | Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside, Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons imparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue, valour, truth, Time-tutor'd age, and love-exalted youth : The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air. In every clime, the magnet of his soul, Touch'd by remembrance, trembles to that pole ; For in this land of Heaven's peculiar race, The heritage of nature's noblest grace, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his soften'd looks benignly blend The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend. Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of love and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. * Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found ?' Art thou a man?-a patriot ?-look around; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home ! Man, through all ages of revolving time, 1 Unchanging man, in every varying clime,
2655. PATRIOTISM. Maxim of
That grounded maxim, So rife and celebrated in the mouths Of wisest men, that to the public good Private respects must yield.— Milton.
2656. PATRIOTISM. Sacrifices of
Calendaro. But if we fail
Bertuccio. They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore;
Deems his own land of every land the pride, When her voice recall'd him suddenly
To himself, as sadly she said:
And what will we do for bread ?'
And then the weaver look'd, and saw 2659. PATRIOTS.
His work must be undone ;
Where the bitter tears had run.
* Alack, alack !' said the weaver, All private virtue is the public fund :
* And this had all been right As that abounds, the state decays or thrives :
| If I had not look'd at my work, but kept Each should contribute to the general stock, And who lends most is most his country's friend. |
The pattern in my sight!'
Jephson. | Ah ! sad it was for the weaver,
And sad for his luckless wife ;
And sad it will be for us if we say, Which breathes of nations saved, not worlds un
At the end of our task of life, done;
• The colours that we had to weave How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound !
Were bright in our early years ; While the mere victors may appal or stun
But we wove the tissue wrong, and stain'd The servile and the vain, such names will be
The woof with bitter tears. A watchword till the Future shall be free.-Byron.
* We wove a web of doubt and fearWhat constitutes a state ?
Not faith, and hope, and loveNot high-raised battlement or labour'd mound,
Because we look'd at our work, and not Thick wall or moated gate ;
At our Pattern up above!'- Phæbe Carty. Not cities proud with spires and turrets crown'd ; Not bays and broad-arm’d ports,
2661. PAUPER. Death of a Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ;
TREAD softly-bow the headNot starr'd and spangled courts
In reverent silence bowWhere low-brow'd baseness wafts perfume to pride.
No passing bell doth toll, No :--men, high-minded men,
Yet an immortal soul
Is passing now.
Stranger ! however great,
With lowly reverence bow ; But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain,
There's one in that poor shedPrevent the long-aim'd blow,
One by that paltry bedAnd crush the tyrant, while they rend the chain:
Greater than thou. These constitute a state. - Sir William Jones.
Beneath that beggar's roof,
Lo! Death doth keep his state. 2660. PATTERN. Neglecting the
Enter, no crowds attend; A WEAVER sat one day at his loom,
Enter, no guards defend Among the colours bright,
This palace gate. With the pattern for his copying
That pavement, damp and cold, Hung fair and plain in sight.
No smiling courtiers tread; But the weaver's thoughts were wandering
One silent woman stands, Away on a distant track,
Lifting with meagre handa As he threw the shuttle in his hand
A dying head. Wearily forward and back.
No mingling voices soundAnd he turn'd his dim eyes to the ground,
An infant wail alone; And tears fell on the woof,
A sob suppress'd—again For his thoughts, alas ! were not with his home,
That short deep gasp, and thenNor the wife beneath its roof;
The parting groan.