By A. C. M.
“Nevertheless I die daily.”
Like the voice of the storm, like the sound of the sea,
Is this tempest of longing for what can not be.
If wishes could waken the joys of the past,
If prayers could deaden the sorrows that last,
Now and for ever,—
A cry for the souls of a thousand in pain—
“Give us death or forgetting, or Heaven again.”
And the dead on the winds of Eternity sigh—
“Silence and peace. It is Heaven to die,
Now and for ever.”
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GROSS ignorance produces a dogmatic spirit. He who knows nothing,
thinks that he can teach others what he has himself just been learning:
he who knows much, scarcely believes that what he is saying can be
unknown to others, and consequently speaks with more hesitation.—_La
Bruyère._
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THE fate of no man, not even the happiest, is free from struggles
and privation; for true happiness is only then attained, when by the
government of the feelings we become independent of all the chances of
life.—_Von Humboldt._