Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
Of all the words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these... it might have been.
