Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control That o’er thee swell and throng;— They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith’s meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour, and fade.
Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control That o’er thee swell and throng;— They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith’s meanest deed...
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home,— Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene,—one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Shouldst lead me on: I loved to...
Guíame entre el horror que me circunda,
¡Oh benéfica Luz!
Lejos mi hogar; la oscuridad profunda;
¡Guía, guíame Tú!
Mis pasos guarda: espléndidas escenas
No ambiciono; á mi anhelo basta apenas
Mover el pie por senda de virtud.
No siempre anduve así: yo...
