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James Wood, comp.  Dictionary of Quotations.  1899.
 
Dr. Walter C. Smith
 
  Dusting, darning, drudging, nothing is great or small, / Nothing is mean or irksome: love will hallow it all.  1
  Faith’s abode / Is mystery for evermore, / Its life, to worship and adore, / And meekly bow beneath the rod, / When the day is dark and the burden sore.  2
  Give from below what ye get from above, / Light for the heaven-light, love for its love, / A holy soul for the Holy Dove.  3
  God giveth speech to all, song to the few.  4
  God has His little children out at nurse in many a home.  5
  God is not found by the tests that detect you an acid or a salt.  6
  Golden chains are heavy, and love is best!  7
  He thought he thought, and yet he did not think, / But only echoed still the common talk, / As might an empty room.  8
  Hearts grow warmer the farther you go / Up to the North with its hills and snow.  9
  Hearts philanthropic at times have the trick / Of the old hearts of stone.  10
  In all faiths there is something true / … Something that keeps the Unseen in view, / … And notes His gifts with the worship due.  11
  It is bad, having once known the right, / And the impulse of nobleness prized, / To accept the less worthy, and order the fight / For a cause that is meaner, and walk by a light / That you once had despised.  12
  It is not the loss of heritage / That makes life poor; it is that, stage by stage, / Some leave us with a lessening faith in man, / And less of love than when our life began.  13
  It was a stroke / Brought the stream from the flinty rock.  14
  Just a path that is sure, / Thorny or not, / And a heart honest and pure / Keeping the path that is sure, / That be my lot.  15
  Just plain duty to know, / Irksome or not, / And truer and better to grow / In doing the duty I know, / That I have sought.  16
  Life is no merrymaking.  17
  Life is poor when its old faiths are gone, / Poorest when man can trust himself alone.  18
  Life is ravelled almost ere we wot, / And with our vexing / To disentangle it, we make the knot / But more perplexing, / Embittering our lot.  19
  Lose the habit of hard labour with its manliness, and then, / Comes the wreck of all you hope for in the wreck of noble men.  20
 
 
  Love likes not shallow mirth.  21
  Love waits for love, though the sun be set, / And the stars come out, the dews are wet, / And the night-winds moan.  22
  Man cannot live without his formulas.  23
  Men must leave the ingle-nook, / And for a larger wisdom brook / Experience of a harder law, / And learn humility and awe.  24
  Men will marry a fool that sings, sooner than one that has learned to scoff.  25
  Must not a great history be always an epic?  26
  No oath that binds to wrong can ever bind.  27
  Oh, there is something in marriage like the veil of the temple of old, / That screened the Holy of Holies with blue and purple and gold; / Something that makes a chamber where none but the one may come, / A sacredness too, and a silence, where joy that is deepest is dumb.  28
  Others, more aspiring than achieving, / Achieve all in suggestion,… / More helpful by their infinite reaching forth / Than all completed thinking.  29
  Our works decay and disappear, / God’s frailest works abide, and look / Down on the ruins we toil to rear.  30
  Paper and leather and ink, / All are but trash / If I find not the thought / Which the writer can think.  31
  Pledges taken of faithless minds, / I hold them but as the idle winds / Heard and forgot.  32
  Roses fair on thorns do grow: / And they tell me even so / Sorrows into virtues grow.  33
  Seek but provision of bread and wine, / … Fools to flatter, and raiment fine, / … And nothing of God shall e’er be thine.  34
  Shall workmen just repeat the sin of kings and conquerors? / As the nations cease from battle, shall the classes rouse the fray, / And scatter wanton sorrow for a shilling more a day?  35
  She wept to feel her life so desolate, / And wept still more because the world had made it / So desolate: yet was the world her all; / She loathed it, but she knew it was her all.  36
  So to living or dead let the solemn belt call; / Sleeping or waking, time passes with all.  37
  Sometimes the half is better than the whole, / And sometimes worse than none; the dubious soul / Suspects the secret there in what is hid, / And holds the rest but trash.  38
  The air seems nimble with the glad, / Quaint fancies of our childhood dear.  39
  The art was his to break vexations with a ready jest.  40
  The cloud incense of the altar hides / The true form of the God who there abides.  41
  The owl sees the sunshine and winks in its nest.  42
  The river has its cataract, / And yet the waters down below / Soon gather from the foam, compact, / And, just like those above it, flow.  43
  The truth works sometimes from without as from within.  44
  The very pain of loving is all other joys before.  45
  The wealth of the land / Comes from the forge and the smithy and mine, / From hammer and chisel, and wheel and band, / And the thinking brain and the skilful hand.  46
  There are omens in the air, / And voices whispering Beware!— / But never victor in the fight / Heeded the portents of fear and care.  47
  There are some sorrows cannot be subjected / To man’s construction, howsoe’er suspected.  48
  There are times when silence, if the preacher did but know, / Shall preach to better purpose than a sermon stale and flat.  49
  They say Doubt is weak, but yet, if life be in the doubt; / The living doubt is more than Faith that life did never know.  50
  They that hold by the Divine / Clasp too the Human in their faith.  51
  Though He comes in many shapes, / His love is throbbing in them all, / And from His love no soul escapes, / And from His mercy none can fall.  52
  Thought disturbs the world, and thought of God / Unsettles most of all; for it is life, / And only life can comprehend its force, / Or guide it.  53
  To toy with human hearts is more than human hearts will brook.  54
  Truth may lie in laughter, and wisdom in a jest.  55
  Truth will bear / Neither rude handling, nor unfair / Evasion of its wards, and mocks / Whoever would falsely enter there.  56
  Was thy life given to thee / For making pretty sentences, and play / Of dainty humour for the mirthful heart / To be more merry, or to serve thy kind, / Redressing wrong?  57
  We still are fain, with wrath and strife, / To seek for gain, to shrink from loss, / Content to scratch our shallow cross / On the rough surface of old life.  58
  What love hides is raised as from the dead / Some day, and kills the love which covered it, / And frankest truth is more than subtle wit.  59
  What perils on a woman’s life may throng, / Sitting lonely with her thoughts, that chafe and murmur like the surf!  60
  When the heart is heavy and low? / The beauty that on earth we find, / Or strain of music on the wind, / Shall touch it like an utter woe!  61
  When you organise a strike, it is war you organise; / But to organise our labour were the labour of the wise.  62
  Where the devil has smoothed your road, / Keep to the right like an honest man.  63
  Who can do nothing of sovran worth / Which men shall praise, a higher task may find, / Plodding his dull round on the common earth, / But conquering envies rising in the mind.  64
  Who could pin down a shadow to the ground, / And take its measure?  65
  Who knows what Love is, may not sup / On that which is not still divine.  66
  Who seeks Him in the dark and cold, / With heart that elsewhere finds no rest, / Some fringe of the skirts of God shall hold, / Though round his spirit the mists may fold, / With eerie shadows and fears untold.  67
  Why should I make a shadow where God makes all so bright?  68
  Why should we go a-jaunting when the heart wants to repose.  69
  Women judge women hardly;… they have no shading, / No softening tints, no generous allowance / For circumstance to make the picture human, / And true because so human.  70
  Women who have lost their faith / Are angels who have lost their wings.  71
  Women’s sins are not alone the ills they do, / But those that they provoke you to.  72
  Yet I’ve heard say, by wise men in my day, / That none are outwitted so easy as they / Who reckon with all men as if they suspect them, / And traffic in caution, and watch to detect them.  73
  Yet there are surely times when there is nought / So needed as unsettling, just to get / Out of old ruts, and seek a nobler life.  74
  You cannot rear a temple like a hut of sticks and turf.  75
  (You may) dig the deep foundations of a long-abiding fame, / And wist not that they undermine (your) home of love and peace.  76
 
 
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