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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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John Sullivan Dwight. (1813–1893) (continued)
    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.
Frederick William Faber. (1814–1863)
    For right is right, since God is God, 1
  And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
  To falter would be sin.
          The Right must win.
    Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,
The protest of the weak against the strong.
          The sorrowful World.
    The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,
Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.
          The sorrowful World.
    O majesty unspeakable and dread!
  Wert thou less mighty than Thou art,
Thou wert, O Lord, too great for our belief,
  Too little for our heart.
          The Greatness of God.
    Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling
  O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
  Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
          The Pilgrims of the Night.
    O Paradise! O Paradise!
  Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
  Where they that love are blest?
Note 1.
See Crabbe, page 444. [back]