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PRIDE.
Though Pride may show some nobleness,
When Honour's its ally,
Yet there is such a thing on earth,
As holding heads too high!
The sweetest bird builds near the ground,
The loveliest flower springs low;
And we must stoop for happiness,
If we its worth would know.
When Honour's its ally,
Yet there is such a thing on earth,
As holding heads too high!
The sweetest bird builds near the ground,
The loveliest flower springs low;
And we must stoop for happiness,
If we its worth would know.
Like water that encrusts the rose,
Still hard'ning to its core,
So Pride encases human hearts
Until they feel no more.
Shut up within themselves they live,
And selfishly they end
A life, that never kindness did
To kindred, or to friend!
Still hard'ning to its core,
So Pride encases human hearts
Until they feel no more.
Shut up within themselves they live,
And selfishly they end
A life, that never kindness did
To kindred, or to friend!
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Whilst Virtue, like the dew of heaven,
Upon the heart descends,
And draws its hidden sweetness out
The more—as more it bends!
For there's a strength in lowliness,
Which nerves us to endure,—
A heroism in distress,
Which renders victory sure!
Upon the heart descends,
And draws its hidden sweetness out
The more—as more it bends!
For there's a strength in lowliness,
Which nerves us to endure,—
A heroism in distress,
Which renders victory sure!
The humblest being born is great,
If true to his degree;
His virtue illustrates his state,
Whate'er that state may be!—
Thus let us daily learn to love
Simplicity and worth;—
For not the Eagle, but the Dove,
Brought Peace unto the earth!
If true to his degree;
His virtue illustrates his state,
Whate'er that state may be!—
Thus let us daily learn to love
Simplicity and worth;—
For not the Eagle, but the Dove,
Brought Peace unto the earth!
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