Good Housekeeping Magazine, 5 tomas

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Hearst Corporation, 1887

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231 psl. - THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds the keen and frosty night. Thou comest not when violets lean O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes...
310 psl. - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
154 psl. - The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ; On shining altars of japan they raise The silver lamp ; the fiery spirits blaze : From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide, While China's earth receives the smoking tide : At once they gratify their scent and taste, And frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
319 psl. - STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest ; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care ; To stay at home is best. •Weary and homesick and distressed, They wander east, they wander west, And are baffled and beaten and blown about By the winds of the wilderness of doubt ; To stay at home is best.
319 psl. - I ask Thee for the daily strength To none that ask denied, And a mind to blend with outward life, While keeping at Thy side, Content to fill a little space, If Thou be glorified.
319 psl. - And if some things I do not ask, In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to thee — More careful — not to serve thee much, But to please thee perfectly.
292 psl. - It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country — the Beyond ; And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be The home of those of whom I am so fond, They make it seem familiar and most dear. As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
283 psl. - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception— which is truth.
127 psl. - She shook her ringlets from her hood And with a " Thank you, Ned," dissembled, But yet I knew she understood With what a daring wish I trembled. A cloud passed kindly overhead, The moon was slyly peeping through it, Yet hid its face, as if it said, " Come, now or never ! do it ! do it...
28 psl. - But it is blessedness ! A year ago I did not see it as I do to-day—- We are so dull and thankless ; and too slow To catch the sunshine till it slips away. And now it seems surpassing strange to me, That, while...

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