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Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?
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For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
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General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.
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I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.
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I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me.
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He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
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The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
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Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself.
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Shame is pride's cloak.
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Time is the Mercy of Eternity.
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Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
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I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
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What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
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To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
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Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
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It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.
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God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
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How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
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What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.
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Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.
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If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru chinks of his cavern.
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And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
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Harmony of colouring is destructive of art? it is like the smile of a fool.
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Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.