Madeline With other poems and parables: By Thomas Gordon Hake |
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Madeline | ||
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L. ON PRIDE.
Say not all pride is false! the most beloved
Are those who scorn their spirit to repress,
Their hearts not less by kindred pity moved
Amid the world's distress.
Are those who scorn their spirit to repress,
Their hearts not less by kindred pity moved
Amid the world's distress.
Perchance the knave may cross his way
With canting, easy prate;
May not the proud keep him at bay,
Nor care how much he hate?
With canting, easy prate;
May not the proud keep him at bay,
Nor care how much he hate?
Pride is a shield by wisdom's hand
With social law engraved;
With emblems ever pure and grand
From elder epochs saved.
With social law engraved;
With emblems ever pure and grand
From elder epochs saved.
Pride is a shield of whose defence
All virtue claims the right;
Pride is a shield without pretence
For all who nobly fight:
All virtue claims the right;
Pride is a shield without pretence
For all who nobly fight:
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The honoured who resist the lie,
And turn it from their door;
The strong who for the weaker die;
The rich who serve the poor.
And turn it from their door;
The strong who for the weaker die;
The rich who serve the poor.
Madeline | ||