Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea.
My Father, I pray that I may not be dismayed over life, and its trifles. Help me to master difficulties great and small, and give me patience through all until I reach the untroubled way. Amen.
Yet in opinions look not always back; Your wake is nothing, mind the coming track; Leave what you've done for what you have to do; Don't be "consistent," but be simply true.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has nothing to do.
Speak unto the children of Israel, that they go forward.
Heavenly Father, I pray that I may not be so consistent in the small things of life that I will lose the great inspirations that come to the soul. Broaden my life, that I may have the freedom of heart and mind to pass over the failures and interruptions, and with vigorous energy continue in the progress of life. Amen.
He weren't no saint; them engineers Is pretty much alike-- One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill, Another one here in Pike; A keerless man in his talk was Jim, And an awkward hand in a row, But he never flunked, and he never lied-- I reckon he never knowed how.
He is brave whose tongue is silent Of the trophies of his word. He is great whose quiet bearing Marks his greatness well assured.
The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as the rest of men.
Lord God, thou knowest what I am and where I belong. Have mercy upon me and strengthen me, that I may not through weakness stay in the darkness. Lead me out into the light; and may I find my way and be contented with it. Amen.
Jacques Auguste de Thuanus (De Thou) born 1553.
I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails; I shall believe the Hand which never fails From seeming evil worketh good for me; And though I weep because those sails are battered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust in Thee."
Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind. But leave, O leave the light of hope behind.
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.