Dreams grow holy put in action.
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.
Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
We always may be what we might have been.
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