Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I read more
Feast of Cyril & Methodius, Missionaries to the Slavs, 869 & 885 Commemoration of Valentine, Martyr at Rome, c.269 I see the wrong that round me lies, I feel the guilt within; I hear, with groan and travail-cries, The world confess its sin. Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings I know that God is good!
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at read more
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup read more
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress read more
Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine."
