Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see... A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamor With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour... Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man who fears God and turns awa...y from evil.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, that I knew where I might find him, that I might come even to his dwelling! I would lay my case before him, and fill my mouth ...with arguments. I would learn what he would answer me, and understand what he would say to me. Would he contend with me in the greatness of his power? No; but he would give heed to me. There an upright person could reason with him, and I should be acquitted forever by my judge.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expe...ctations to the public weal! How few have souls capable of so noble an undertaking! How often are the laurels worn by those who have had no share in earning them! But there is a future recompense of reward, to which the upright man looks, and which he will most assuredly obtain, provided he perseveres unto the end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »