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Who the day for toil hast given,
May Thine Angel guards defend us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
Now I lay me down to take my sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
"NEW ENGLAND PRIMER. "
'Tis the voice of the sluggard: I heard him complain,
"You have waked me too soon, I must slumber
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.
"A little more sleep, and a little more slumber;" Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number;
And when he gets up, he sits folding his hands,
I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
He had took better care for improving his mind;
He told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking;
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.
Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me,
Who taught me betimes to love working and read
Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast,
Can passion's wildest uproar lay to rest,
Shall never know the source whence real grandeur springs.
The man to solitude accustom'd long,
Perceives in everything that lives, a tongue;
Have speech for him, and understood with ease;
He scans of every locomotive kind;
Birds of all feather, beasts of every name,
That serve mankind, or shun them, wild or tame;
He spells them true by intuition's light,
Solitude, though silent as light, is like
light, the mightiest of agencies, for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone, all leave it alone.
Solitude is the parent of reflection.
I was never less alone than when by myself.
He was never less at leisure than when he was at leisure, nor less alone than when he was alone.
They are never alone that are accompanied by
-SIR P. SIDNEY.
All mischief comes from our not being able to be alone; hence play, luxury, dissipation, wine, ignorancə, calumny, envy, forgetfulness of one's self and of God.
Solitude shows us what we should be,
Society shows us what we are.
It is easy in the
world to live after the world's solitude to live after our own;
opinion; it is easy in but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of soli
Lovely indeed art thou, O Solitude!
And good and bad to thy calm refuge fly:
Make good men better, and make bad men good.
Yet art thou not too strictly to be woo'd:
But, drunk too oft, death-like arrest the blood;
And Heaven's best purposes in life foregoes,
Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk during his solitary abode on the island of Juan Fernandes.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute,
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone,
From Selections by Emily Taylor.