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No star is lost we ever once have seen: We always may be what we might have been.
--_Adelaide Proctor._
Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
--_Longfellow._
Too much of joy is sorrowful, So cares must needs abound, The vine that bears too many flowers Will trail upon the ground.
--_Alice Cary._
Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.
--_Ella Wheeler Wilc.o.x._
To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.
--_Shakespeare._
Cloud and sun together make the year; Without some storms no rainbow could appear.
--_Alice Cary._
The n.o.blest service comes from nameless hands, And the best servant does his work unseen.
--_Oliver Wendell Holmes._
He who seeks to pluck the stars Will lose the jewels at his feet.
--_Phoebe Cary._
For he who is honest is n.o.ble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.
--_Alice Cary._
There's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace.
--_James Russell Lowell._
No endeavor is in vain.
Its reward is in the doing; And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize the vanquished gain.
--_Longfellow._
Press on! if once and twice thy feet Slip back and stumble, harder try.
--_Benjamin._
Dare to do right; dare to be true; The failings of others can never save you; Stand by your conscience, your honor, your faith-- Stand like a hero, and battle till death!
He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that taketh a city.
--_Bible._
He prayeth best who loveth best All things, both great and small; For the dear G.o.d who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
--_Coleridge._
Hours are golden links, G.o.d's token, Reaching heaven, but one by one Take them; lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
--_A. A. Proctor._
There is a lesson in each flower, A story in each stream and bower; On every herb on which we tread, Are written words which, rightly read, Will lead us from earth's fragrant sod To hope and holiness and G.o.d.
Oh, many a shaft at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word at random spoken, May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken.
--_Scott._
SEVENTH AND EIGHTH GRADES.
To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
--_Shakespeare._
Be n.o.ble! and the n.o.bleness that lies In other men, sleeping but never dead, Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
--_Lowell._
