Modes and Morals

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1920 - 276 psl.
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236 psl. - So to the land our hearts we give Till the sure magic strike, And Memory, Use, and Love make live Us and our fields alike — That deeper than our speech and thought, Beyond our reason's sway, Clay of the pit whence we were wrought Yearns to its fellow-clay.
238 psl. - Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!
27 psl. - In that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about their feet, And their cauls, and their round tires like the moon, The chains, and the bracelets, and the mufflers, The bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs...
135 psl. - Julia's hair curls naturally," returned Miss Temple, still more quietly. "Naturally! Yes, but we are not to conform to nature. I wish these girls to be the children of Grace; and why that abundance?
228 psl. - It was our fault, and our very great fault — and now we must turn it to use ; We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse! So the more we work and the less we talk the better results we shall get — We have had an Imperial lesson; it may make us an Empire yet!
230 psl. - Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt, Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their brow-beat columns melt? Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or ballot them back from your shore? Will your workmen issue a mandate to bid them strike no more?
234 psl. - Eyeless, noseless, and lipless, asking a dole at the door, Matun, the old blind beggar, he tells it o'er and o'er; Fumbling and feeling the rifles, warming his hands at the flame, Hearing our careless white men talk of the morrow's game; Over and over the story, ending as he began : — " There is no truce with Adam-zad, the Bear that looks like a man!
183 psl. - Dare to be a Daniel ! Dare to stand alone ! Dare to have a purpose firm ! Dare to make it known!
185 psl. - At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, and the burden of my heart rolled away, (rolled a-way,) it was there by faith I received my sight, and now I am happy all the day!
235 psl. - God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all...

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