If thy love were like mine, how blest
That twilight hour would seem,
When, back from the regretted Past,
Returned our early dream!
If thy love were like mine, how blest
That twilight hour would seem,
When, back from the regretted Past,
Returned our early dream!
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
His musket on his breast --
Grant God, he charge the bravest
Of all the martial blest!
Blest is that government where no art thrives.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Blest, who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.
But life can never be sincerely blest:
Heav'n punishes the bad, and proves the best.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest!
Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.The blessing is in the seed.
The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.
In that blest sphere alone we live and move;
There taste that life of life-immortal love.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more rare.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
I come from my rest to him I love best,
That I may be happy, and he may be blest.
Blest with a Taste exact, yet unconfin'd;
A Knowledge both of Books and Humankind;
Gen'rous Converse; a Sound exempt from Pride;
And Love to Praise, with Reason on his Side?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories