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Page 131 - Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives.
Page 132 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame. Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor, makes all the history ; Enough, that virtue fill'd the space between ; Proved, by the ends of being, to have been.
Page 133 - The Lord of all, himself through all diffused, Sustains and is the life of all that lives. Nature is but a name for an effect. Whose cause is God.
Page 133 - The grand transition, that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
Page 64 - In a word, the almighty dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land, seems to have no genuine devotees in these peculiar villages...
Page 37 - Try their thin wings, and dance in the warm beam That waked them into life. Even the green trees Partake the deep contentment ; as they bend To the soft winds, the sun from the blue sky Looks in and sheds a blessing on the scene. Scarce less the cleft-born wild-flower seems to enjoy Existence, than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets.
Page 132 - Is there a variance ? enter but his door, Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more : Despairing quacks with curses fled the place, And vile attorneys, now a useless race.
Page 37 - Are still the abodes of gladness ; the thick roof Of green and stirring branches is alive And musical with birds, that sing and sport In wantonness of spirit; while below The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect, Chirps merrily.
Page 133 - One Spirit — his, Who wore the platted thorns with bleeding brows. Rules universal nature. Not a flower But shows some touch in freckle, streak, or stain, Of his unrivalled pencil. He inspires Their balmy odours, and imparts their hues, And bathes their eyes with nectar, and includes, In grains as countless as the sea-side sands, The forms in which He sprinkles all the earth.
Page 48 - ... continued his flight. The foremost of the Indians, on arriving at the place, stopped till others came up to join them, when they set up a hideous yell. Every moment of this time was improved by Colter, who, although fainting and exhausted, succeeded in gaining the skirting of the cotton wood trees, on the borders of the fork, through which he ran, and plunged into the river.