God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
God's in his heaven:
All's right with the world.
All service ranks the same with God,--
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,--
His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
That has the world here--should he need the next,
Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.
God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
Progress, man's distinctive mark alone,
Not God's, and not the beasts': God is, they are;
Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce;
It's fitter being sane than mad.
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That after Last returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best can't end worst,
Nor what God blessed once prove accurst.
Of what I call God,
And fools call Nature.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I,
Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed,--
As, God be thanked! I do not.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.
Work, and thou wilt bless the day
Ere the toil be done;
They that work not, can not pray,
Can not feel the sun.
God is living, working still,
All things work and move;
Work, or lose the power to will,
Lose the power to love.
For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"
So Sancho Panza said, and so say I.
'T is wise to learn; 't is God-like to create.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
Let each man think himself an act of God,
His mind a thought, his life a breath of God;
And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds,
To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God.
Whate'er we leave to God, God does
And blesses us.