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Wondrous is the strength of cheerfulness; altogether past calculation its power of endurance.

-Carlyle.

Anxiety is good for nothing, if we cannot turn it into a defense. -George Eliot.

To hate a man for his errors is as unwise as to hate one who, in casting up an account, has made an error against himself. -Robertson.

Tell them, dear, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.

-Emerson.

Deep streams run still-and why? Not because there are no obstacles, but because they altogether overflow those stones or rocks round which the shallow stream has to make its noisy way.

-William Smith.

"Cold and reserved natures should remember that though not unfrequently flowers may be found beneath the snow, it is chilly work to dig for them, and few care to take the trouble."

Still seems it strange that thou should'st live forever? Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all?

-Young.

A MORNING THOUGHT.

What if some morning, when the stars were paling, And the dawn whitened, and the East was clear, Strange peace and rest fell on me from the presence Of a benignant Spirit standing near:

And I should tell him, as he stood beside me,

"This is our Earth-most friendly Earth, and fair: Daily its sea and shore through sun and shadow Faithful it turns, robed in its azure air:

"There is blest living here, loving and serving, And quest of truth, and serene friendships dear; But stay not, Spirit! Earth has one destroyer

His name is Death: flee, lest he find thee here!"

And what if then, while the still morning brightened, And freshened in the elm the Summer's breath, Should gravely smile on me the gentle angel

And take my hand and say, "My name is Death."

-Edward Rowland Sill.

THE POET'S PRAYER.

If there be some weaker one,
Give me strength to help him on;
If a blinder soul there be,

Let me guide him nearer Thee;
Make my mortal dreams come true
With the work I fain would do;
Clothe with life the weak intent,
Let me be the thing I meant;
Let me find in Thy employ,
Peace that dearer is than joy;
Out of self to love be led,
And to heaven acclimated,
Until all things sweet and good
Seem my natural habitude.

-J. G. Whittier.

Waste no tears

Upon the blotted record of lost years,
But turn the leaf, and smile, oh, smile, to see
The fair white pages that remain for thee.
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Each has his features, whose exterior seal
A brush may copy or a sunbeam steal;
Go to his study, on the nearest shelf
Stands the mosaic portrait of himself.

-Holmes.

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