This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ... sad, dark years of slaughter; The Northmen's son some day shall wear The Southron's gentle daughter. Acceptance. That man is wisest who accepteth his lot Yet mends it where he-can--glad if there grows Some lowly flower beside his lonely cot, E'en while he plants and tends his Alpine rose. Some good conies to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ... sad, dark years of slaughter; The Northmen's son some day shall wear The Southron's gentle daughter. Acceptance. That man is wisest who accepteth his lot Yet mends it where he-can--glad if there grows Some lowly flower beside his lonely cot, E'en while he plants and tends his Alpine rose. Some good conies to us all. No poverty Hut has some precious gift laid at its door. We scorn it, call it small, what fools are we, To spurn the less because it is not more! There are some thirsty souls, all sick and faint With longing for the cup that is denied., Would they but stoop and drink, without complaint, From the near stream, and so be satisfied. There are some hungry hearts that well nigh break With the dull sore.less of mere emptiness. To flll the void and sooth the weary ache Let them but strive some other hearts to bless. There are some idle hands that reach afar For wilder mission, some great work of fame. Would they but grapple life's daily war, Reward awaits them, nobler than a name. Oh. thirsty souls! Oh, hungry hearts and hands, Weary with idleness!. Take what you may Of proffered good: accept life as it stands, And make the most of its swift, fleeting day. A Lesson for the New Year. The last night of the year, I sat alone Hesidethe dying fire. The whole house slept. Naught stirred the silence, save the wind's low moan. As sadly through the naked streets it crept, The fall of embers and the clock's low beat, That mark the passing years with tiring feet. I am weary; and the coming year Seemed but an added load that pressed me sore. The morrow would bring' friends, and I should hear The tread of many feet upon the floor. l longed for quiet: I was vexed with care;.lust then my burden seemed too great.to tear. I thought of my unopened book, 7ny...
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