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See! he sinksAmid thy cloud-built streets.
β Frederick William Faber
theologian, poet, hagiographer, hymnwriter, Catholic priest, writer
π Read on Wikipedia1814 Β β 1863
See! he sinksAmid thy cloud-built streets.
The world is growing old;Where love is never cold?
O Paradise! O Paradise!Where they that love are blest?
Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swellingOf that new life when sin shall be no more.
O majesty unspeakable and dread!Too little for our heart.
The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.
Labour itself is but a sorrowful song,The protest of the weak against the strong.
For right is right, since God is God,To falter would be sin.
I have no cares, O blessed Will!Hast made Thy triumph mine.
Is the scrupulous attention I am paying to the government of my tongue at all proportioned to that tremendous truth revealed through St. James, that if I do not bridle my tongue, all my religion is vain?
Faith is letting down our nets into the transparent deeps at the Divine command, not knowing what we shall take.
What another being is life when we have found out our Father ; and if we work, it is beneath His eye, and if we play, it is in the light and encouragement of His smile. Earth's sunshine is heaven's radiance, and the stars of night as if the beginning of the beatific vision; so soft, so sweet, so gentle, so reposeful, so almost infinite have all things become, because we have found our Father in our God.
Holiness is an unselfing of ourselves.
Happiness is a great power of holiness. Thus, kind words, by their power of producing happiness, have also a power of producing holiness, and so of winning men to God.
Kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal, eloquence, or learning.
Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled,O gentle Jesus! be our light.
Love's secret is to be always doing things for God, and not to mind because they are such little ones.
If our love were but more simple,In the sweetness of the Lord.
There is seldom a line of glory written upon the earth's face, but a line of suffering runs parallel with it; and they that read the lustrous syllables of the one, and stoop not to decipher the spotted and worn inscription of the other, get the.least half of the lesson earth has to give.
Kind words produce happiness. How often have we ourselves been made happy by kind words, in a manner and to an extent which we are unable to explain!
It has always seemed to me that a love of natural objects, and the depth, as well as exuberance and refinement of mind, produced by an intelligent delight in scenery, are elements of the first importance in the education of the young.
They always win who side with God.
There are souls in this world who have the gift of finding joy everywhere, and leaving it behind them when they go.
Kindness has converted more sinners than zeal, eloquence, or learning.
It has always seemed to me that a love of natural objects, and the depth, as well as exuberance and refinement of mind, produced by an intelligent delight in scenery, are elements of the first importance in the education of the young.
Many a friendship, long, loyal, and self-sacrificing, rested at first on no thicker a foundation than a kind word.
