Men must work, and women must weep.
And there's little to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar is moaning.
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Ante-room of Hell.
God give us men. The time demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and willing hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who can stand before a demagogue
And dam his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking.
They say that man is mighty,
He governs land and sea;
He wields a mighty scepter
O'er lesser powers that be;
And the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Earth's noblest thing,--a woman perfected.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him. There is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hands of toil.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
He's true to God who's true to man.
Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,
Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.
The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accurst.
Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman
Hev one glory an' one shame;
Ev'y thin' thet's done inhuman
Injers all on 'em the same.
Gineral C. is a dreffle smart man;
He's ben on all sides thet give places or pelf;
But consistency still wuz a part of his plan,--
He's ben true to one party, an' thet is himself.
Nature, they say, doth dote,
And can not make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote.
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
Safe from the Many--honored by the Few;
To count as naught in World or Church or State;
But inwardly in secret to be great.
In vain we call old notions fudge,
And bend our conscience to our dealing;
The Ten Commandments will not budge,
And stealing will continue stealing.
Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.
Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.
There is no work of genius which has not been the delight of mankind, no word of genius to which the human heart and soul have not sooner or later responded.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.
I say the real and permanent grandeur of these States must be their religion.
The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman.