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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Sullivan Dwight. (1813–1893) (continued)

7168

    Work, and thou wilt bless the day
  Ere the toil be done;
They that work not, can not pray,
  Can not feel the sun.
God is living, working still,
  All things work and move;
Work, or lose the power to will,
  Lose the power to love.

Working.

Frederick William Faber. (1814–1863)

7169

    For right is right, since God is God, 1
  And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
  To falter would be sin.

The Right must win.

7170

Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.

The sorrowful World.

7171

The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,
Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.

The sorrowful World.

7172

    O majesty unspeakable and dread!
  Wert thou less mighty than Thou art,
Thou wert, O Lord, too great for our belief,
  Too little for our heart.

The Greatness of God.

7173

    Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling
  O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
  Of that new life when sin shall be no more.

The Pilgrims of the Night.

7174

    O Paradise! O Paradise!
  Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
  Where they that love are blest?

Paradise.

Note 1.
See Crabbe, page 444. [back]

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