James Russell Lowell

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
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He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my read more

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.

In life's small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: knowst thou when Fate
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In life's small things be resolute and great
To keep thy muscle trained: knowst thou when Fate
Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee,
"I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

Not failure, but low aim, is crime.

He stands the shadow of a mighty name.
[Lat., Stat magni nominis umbra.]

He stands the shadow of a mighty name.
[Lat., Stat magni nominis umbra.]