Reminiscences of Thought and Feeling

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: God did anoint thee with bis odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign;?and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow workers of the soil, To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labour to their hearts and hands, From thy hands and thy heart and thy brave cheer; And...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: God did anoint thee with bis odorous oil, To wrestle, not to reign;?and he assigns All thy tears over, like pure crystallines, For younger fellow workers of the soil, To wear for amulets. So others shall Take patience, labour to their hearts and hands, From thy hands and thy heart and thy brave cheer; And God's grace fructify through thee to all. Elizabeth Barrett Browning . CHAPTER VIII. HEREWITHAL shall a young man cleanse his way? by taking heed thereto according to thy word. This comprehensive query and response arrested me long and I think, profitably this morning, as I took for the subject of my meditations a portion of that divine Psalm which, though read it may be for the thousandth time, is ever new, ever fraught with materials for prayer, for praise, for instruction, for every thing in short, that addresses itself to the best and most enduring of man's faculties. I saw with a force and distinctness beyond words to express, how essential it was to possess within the soul a principle of life and wisdom superior to ourselves?our poor selves, ? yea, our terrible selves how often may we say, when we contemplate self in its rashness, ignorance and folly, especially under the heedlessness and impetuosity of youth, Psalm cxii. alive with the most intense force of life to the seductions of the passions, hut dead with the deepest sleep of death to the actual character and debasing tendency of those passions, and the degrading thraldom in which they enslave and subdue humanity. Wherewithal shall the young escape these snares and cleanse their way ? The divine condition of a pure heart, its blessedness, its solitary loveliness, blossoming like a lily in the desert, content and happy to turn its snowy bosom to its Creator in secret adoration of Him ...