{"1": {"fulltext": "JWfct 9ua0 ~*99P", "height": "3403", "width": "2035", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Class PS 3 50^\\nBook E 5 2\\nCopyright N?\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\no\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSIT;", "height": "3272", "width": "1997", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3272", "width": "1997", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "J", "height": "3234", "width": "1910", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "SECOND COPY,\\n^N\\n;41 DtC29W99\\n**#sm of co?^\\ns\\nBEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS.\\nCompiled by\\nALICE BRAGG STURDY\\nFrom the Writings of\\nRHODA ANGELINE^BENTON\\nLOS ANGELES, CAL.\\nPUBLISHED BY THE MEDIUM\\n1899", "height": "3272", "width": "1997", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "50954 t\\ncfffioda Jl tide fine Sen fan.\\nRhoda Angeline Benton, the daughter of Noah\\nLester Benton and Prissilla Hall Benton, was born\\nin Cornwall, Addison county, Vermont, November\\n27, 1819.\\nThe oldest of eight children, she was even as a\\n\\\\ery little girl noted for her amiable and happy dis-\\nposition, her love of flowers and animals and in-\\ndeed of all nature. When tired in mind or body, she\\nwould seek some quiet spot, remote from all but\\nGod and in .silence find strength and rest. She\\ncould adapt herself to her surroundings, becoming\\ninterested in a little child s amusements and enter-\\ntaining it as well as if she were its own age, or be-\\ncome equally interested in an aged person discover-\\ning what entertained and interested h:m most. She-\\nhad the faculty of makiDg all whom she met, no ma:-\\nter how illiterate, feel perfectly at ease in her pres-\\nence. The poorest and most unattractive persons\\nwere even sought by her as she seemed to love to\\ncheer their lives by her congenial presence. She at-\\ntended the district school of Cornwall, Vermont, un-\\ntil about twelve years of age, when she entered a\\nSeminary at Vergennes. Here she became acquaint-\\ned with her dear friend, Mary Roberts, to whom one\\nof her poems is addressed, .alter about a year spent\\nin Vergennes she entered Middleberry Female Col-\\nlege, where she remained about two years. She was\\nfar advanced in knowledge and her mind was ma-\\ntured beyond her years, as can be seen by her writ-\\nings as early as fourteen.\\nAt the age of sixteen she commenced teaching\\nschool in a little village a few miles from her home.\\nIt was while here she wrote On being Engaged in\\nTeaching.\\nOn account of her mother s poor health her fam-\\nily, including herself, moved to Nashville, 111., but\\nso great was her attachment to certain friends in her", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL THO UGHTS.\\nEastern home that it was a very great sorrow to\\nleave them.\\nAfter moving West she taught school in a Sem-\\ninary at Belleville, 111., for one year and was engaged\\nto teach the following year had she lived. During the\\nvacation one of her sisters became very ill and while\\nthe family were daily expecting her death her fath-\\ner, very suddenly after a few hours illness, died.\\nShe had always been especially devoted to her fath-\\ner, and being a person of such deep affection, it is\\nsupposed that her grief occasioned by his death was\\nthe cause of her own, as she only lived one week af-\\nter her father died. The morning of her death, while\\nthe family were at breakfast, she came to the bed-\\nside of her sick sister, Ruby Ann, whom she found\\nweeping over their recent loss. After comforting her\\nshe arose, saying: Be a good girl, you will get well\\nfirst, walked across the room and laid down. The\\ndoctor entered at. this moment, but instead of stop-\\nping at the bedside of the s .ck girl whom he had\\ncalled to see, hastened across the room and spoke\\nto Angeline. She answered him, saying: I am bet-\\nter, and died before the doctor could call any of\\nthe family.\\nShe was engaged to be married to a Mr. Will-\\niam Rider, a b nker of Belleville, who never out-\\ngrew the sadness caused by her death. He erected\\na handsome tombstone in memory of her near her\\nhome in Nashville, 111.\\nHer writings have been treasured by my mother\\nand as I have often loved to read them and been\\nhighly elevated in thought while doing so, I felt\\nthat they were too beautiful to be kept hidden away\\nany longer. I hope all who read her Beautiful\\nThoughts will feel that they have been lifted upon\\na higher plane of thought and will derive much good\\nfrom them. ALICE BRAGG STURDY.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nRhoda Angeline Benton 2-3\\nTwilight 5\\nContentment. 6\\nThe Blank Leaf 6\\nDialogue Between A Lady And The Wind 7-8\\nThe Heart s Secret Grief. 8\\nComparative View Of The Country And City 9\\nThere Is No Hindrance To The Ambitious Scholar 10\\nAmerican Literature. 11-12\\nLines To The Mother Of Little William 13-14\\nTo A Friend Of The Mother Of William 14-15\\nThe Widow s Charge At Her Daughters Bridal. 15\\nOde To The Evening Stars 16\\nHelp 16\\nDoes Ambition Excite People To Greater Ex-\\nertion Than Necessity 17-18\\nThe Bride 18\\nKnowledge 19-20\\nWritten In The Album Of A Friend 20\\nOn Seeing An Aged Beggar In The Street 21\\nLines Occassioned By Being Absent From Home\\nEngaged In Teaching 22-23\\nLife 23\\nA Paraphrase On The Last Five Verses Of The\\nTenth Chapter Of St. Luke 24\\nParting Lines To My Dear Friend Mary 25-26-27\\nAn Album eau Present 27-28\\nChrist s Childhood 29-30\\nWritten In The Album Of A Friend.. 30\\nFriendship 31\\nThe Three Requisites To A Just Imagination 31\\nI Love Thee Dearest Mary 32-33\\nLines Written In The Album Of A Friend 33\\nLines Written On The Death Of A Cousin, Shel-\\ndon Parmerly 34\\nEpithalamium 35\\nFriendship 36\\nOneStepMore 37-38\\nThink Of Friends With Me And Friends Far\\nAway 38\\nPrayer 39\\nTo Mary 40", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "4 BE A UTIFUL THO UGHTS.\\nTWILIGHT.\\nWritten at the agu of H yearj.\\nNow, on the hills and mountain tops\\nThe Sun s last rays are streaming,\\nWhile o er the glen s embosomed rocks\\nHer beams are faintly gleaming;\\nAll o er the earth with verdure spread,\\nEnclosed by Heaven s blue ceiling,\\nWith gentle steps, and holy tread\\nIs silent twlight stealing.\\nTwilight I hail once more thy power\\nOnce more the cup o erflowing\\nWith sweetest musings for thy hour\\nOf nature s own bestowing.\\nThy hour the lovliest in time\\nWhen earth we c^ase from prizing\\nAnd up to Heaven s all radiant clime\\nOur holiest thoughts are rising.\\nThis stillest season when the day\\nIts weary arms is folding\\nAnd trees and flowers with breezes play\\nTheir silent concourse holding,\\nWhen Nature s pleased surveying eye\\nIn transports pure, is gazing\\nUpon the blue but fading sky,\\nThy shadowy veil is hazing.\\nWhat bosom e er so base or mild\\nWith grief or vengeance fuming\\nIn thee, will not find soothings mild?\\nWith thee, hold sweet communing?\\nBut Oh, how blest the Christian soul\\nFrom busy haunts retreating,\\nThat in thy hour finds highest joy\\nWith higher spirits meeting.\\nOh may I ever love, as now\\nThy charms to be admiring\\nAnd ever love my dusky friend\\nWith thee, to be retiring.\\nYe powers above be witnesses now\\nWhile I am consecrating\\nTo sacred themes with firmest vow\\nThis hour of Heaven s best making.\\nCornwall, June 4, 1838.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL THO UGH 7 S.\\nCONTENTMENT.\\nWritten at the age of 14 years.\\nContentment: Who regards it as his own?\\nOr who can say with conscience undisturbed\\nIt ever finds an unmolested\\nHabitation in my heart? Who can tell\\nOf it, as though through all the changes of\\nThis ever -varying life, it never were\\nA stranger, and had ever been tenacious\\nOf a seat within his bosom? Not he\\nWhose learning traverses creations wide\\nAnd ample field of intellectual\\nStores; not he whose wealth is in his earthly\\nGoods and whose possessions glitter in the\\nBrightest gold; Nor he who loves the greeting\\nSoul-alluring pleasures of a foolish\\nWorld, and has at his command all pleasure\\nThat the heart can wish or fancy can\\nImagine. But he whose better knowledge\\nIs experience, whose wealth is virtue,\\nAnd whose pleasure, love of him who loves the\\nHumble heart, and watches with paternal\\nKindness o er the human race.\\nTHE BLANK LEAF.\\nFair page, the eye that looks on thee\\nEre long shall slumber in the dust,\\nAnd wake no more until it rise;\\nThe resurrection of the just\\nMay he to whom that eye belong\\nJoin their assembly and their song;\\nWhose is that eye? Just now twas mine,\\nBut reader, when thou lookest, tis thine.\\nForget me not when far away,\\nAs o er the distant world you stray;\\nRemember one forever true,\\nTo truth, to friendship and to you,\\nAnd should you in your life of bliss,\\nE er find a heart more true than this,\\nWhate er may be your future lot,\\nForget me not, forget me not.\\nANGELINE.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL 7 HO UGHTS.\\nDIALOGUE BETWEEN A LADY AND THE WIND.\\nWritten at the :i ?e ot 14 years.\\nLady.\\nStop whistling stranger why such haste,\\nStop, ere you shortly die,\\nYour breath will faint, your voice will cease,\\nYour wings will droop with heaviness,\\nIf you thus swiftly fly.\\nWind.\\nAh lady; think not so, indeed,\\nYour weakness you expose,\\nMy arm is stout, my nerve is strong,\\nT oft lay low the forest throng,\\nNor fear I human foes.\\nLady.\\nWell you may thus my words deride,\\nAnd call me simple too;\\nThough you can mighty things perform,\\nFrighten all nature in a storm,\\nOf peaceful seas, huge mountains form,\\nMan greater things can do.\\nWind.\\nAh lady; you mistake I think.\\nCan man do more than these?\\nI ike me, can man entirely free,\\nFly swiftly o er the mighty sea?\\nWhen scorched beneath the sultry line\\nWill he retire to polar s clime,\\nOr elsewhere as he please?\\nLady.\\nMan s is a nobler, higher sphere,\\nAnd yet he prides in art,\\nHe prides him in the lofty tower,\\nThe pyramid, the towering spire,\\nThis city and these well tilled farms\\nBespeak his wisdom; but the charms\\nOf his bright genius, soaring high.\\nNow in the earth, now in the sky,\\nExploring with a searching air,\\nSpeak louder of his gifts, and share\\nThe pride of his proud heart.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL THO UGHTS.\\nWind.\\nSpeak on, your words surprise my ear,\\nI ll listen with delight, to hear\\nOf things to me so new.\\nLady.\\nWell then, this noble sphere is mind,\\nA soul immortal, pure,\\nThe image of its God it bears,\\nWith Him, ne er dies, but ever lives,\\nWhen you and all things earthly cease,\\nWhen mountains, rocks and skies, and seas,\\nShall disappear, still lives this soul;\\nRanging slill free, without control,\\nIt then more swift than you, will scan\\nThe universe and view its plan,\\nA_nd reign with God secure.\\nTHE HEART S SECRET GRIEF.\\nNot every face that, wears a smile\\nAmid the gayer scenes of life,\\nNor every eye that brightly beams\\nIs always free from inward strife.\\nOft many a gay and smiling air,\\nDissemble o er the sorrowing heart,\\nThe brow be smooth, no wrinkle there,\\nYe* oft the tears unbidden start!\\nBeneath vain pleasure s mocking cloak,\\nWe strive to hide our inward grief;\\nThose better feelings fain would choke,\\nAnd look to this world for relief.\\nTis only when the day doth vanish,\\nWhen night o er earth her mantle throws,\\nReflection then we cannot banish,\\nThe tear unchecked then freely flows.\\nThe face may seem devoid of care.\\nThe placid brow, eyes sparkling bright,\\nSpeak peace within, and yet tis there\\nAffliction spreads its withering blight;\\nWhile from this world we would conceal\\nOur sufferings, nor our woes impart,\\nA bursting sigh shall oft reveal\\nThe anguish of a breaking heart.\\nSelected.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS.\\nCOMPARTIVE VIEW OF THE COUNTRY AND\\nCITY.\\nWritten at the- age o( i 8 years.\\nWhere, only but in view of majestic nature, can-\\nine soul enjoy the unbounded, and unrestrained pas-\\nsions of wonder and curiosity? What can elevate and\\ncheer the heart, or animate the soul of man with more\\nlively emotions than a wild and delightful view of\\ntic works of his Creator? There is something of such\\nexquisite beauty and grandeur in the romantic scen-\\nery of the country, that the inhabitants of thronged\\ncities cannot coujprehend. Everything seems to have\\na pleasing connection with the past. Every hill, every\\nspot, and almost every bush suggests something wor-\\nthy of recollection. Man is united with man, age with\\nage, in the most sympathetic ties of friendship, and\\nunder the strongest bonds of unity; but absolute per-\\nfection is in no place exhibited. Each alike, the cuy\\nand the country, has its excellencies and defects, and\\ndifferent prospects operate differently upon different\\nminds. But where in general do we find content-\\nment? In the busy throng of the tumultuous city?\\nBeneath the spacious walls of human architecture?\\nNo; it dwells in the humble modest cot of the forest.\\nThere happiness, heightened in every prospect, and\\nheartfelt joy is complete. And oft at even, the con-\\ntented swain goes forth, to taste the balmy sweetness\\nof the evening breeze, and view the ethereal vault.\\nHis eye is delighted with the spacious canopy of\\nheaven and he beholds with sacred awe the vast un-\\nlimited expanse that spreads before his view. He\\nseats him on the shady bank of some rippling stream,\\nand there in solitude, and with a heart o ercharged\\nwith gratitude, meditates upon the power, wisdom\\nand benevolence of that Being, who weigheth the\\nmountains in scales, and taketh up the isles as a very\\nlittle thing.\\nEvery soul as it is most pure\\nAnd hath in it the more of heavenly light,,\\nSo it the fairer body doth procure\\nTo habit in, and it, more fairly delight,\\nWith cheerful grace and amiable sight.\\nFor of the soul the body form doth take;\\nFor soul is form and doth the body make.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "io BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nTHERE IS NO HINDRANCE TO THE AMBITIOUS\\nSCHOLAR.\\nWritten at the age of 15 years\\nWhat will quell the longings of a scientific mind,\\nor satisfy the desires of that heart whose standard of\\nattainments is not limited to the low acquirements of\\nordinary genius, but whose loftier anticipations have\\nset no bounds to scientific improvement. Whatsoever\\nbeclouds or brightens the prospects of an ambitious\\nscholar, he is still active and constantly extracting\\nfrom every object the sustenance of an ambitious and\\nenquiring mind. Nature affords a constant feast for\\nhis soul. In the calm and delightful morning, he per-\\nhaps walks along the pathway that leads to his favor-\\nite bower, and directs his meditations to the instabil-\\nity of earthly things, and concentrates all his hopes\\nin the bright mansion of his Heavenly Father. In\\nthe evening, he gazes at the sparkling canopy that\\no erspreads terrestrial objects and casts a shadowy\\nveil upon his native dwelling. Indolence finds no\\nrefuge in his bosom and things of minor consequence\\nthan moral and mental improvement, are regarded as\\nfrivolous and vain. We sometimes hear an ignorant\\nyouth plead his poverty as an apology for an unculti-\\nvated mind, while if disposed a person in low circum-\\nstances will not only acquire high intellectual attain-\\nments, but will even rise above those whom fortune\\nhas placed among the wealthy and proud. And so\\nfar from saying that immense wealth is a necessary\\nappendage to the ambitious scholar, it is often an in-\\ncumbrance, and too often creates an utter aversion to\\nall literary pursuits. In pursuing the annals of fame,\\nwhere do we look for it. Among the affluent and\\nhaughty, or among the meek and indigent? Among\\nthe proud and vain, or among the wise and humble?\\nThe only source of knowledge is from God, the author\\nand giver of all good things, and to Him who is good\\nin His sight, He will give wisdom, knowledge and joy.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS. n\\nAMERICAN LITERATURE.\\nWritten at the age of 15 years.\\nAlthough wealth and power possess a vast influ-\\nence in promoting the worthy honor and esteem of a\\ncountry, yet literature, is indispensable with regard to\\nthe prosperity and happiness of any nation whatever.\\nOur country may possess the wealth of the Indies,\\nand sway the scepter of supreme power, but still with\\nall this, without literature it is nothing. Literature is\\nthe basis of renown, and without it no country is\\nexalted to that rank, honor and station of importance\\nas when under the direct influence of its amazing\\npower. And when under the dispensation of Chris-\\ntian faith and integrity, and honored with faithful-\\nness and energy of zeal, it flourishes as the thrifty\\nplant, nourished and revived through the influence of\\nthe renovating beams of the Sun. It is not wealth,\\npower or fame which constitutes the glory of a eoun-\\ntry,but the individual prosperity, happiness, virtue and\\nfreedom of its inhabitants; and this, then, weshouldbe\\nthe most faithful in cherishing and the most active\\nin promoting. Our scientific and literary produc-\\ntions are already grown to importance and lap-\\nidly flourishing to expel the gloom and fallacious\\npower of arbitrary superstition; to open an extensive\\nHeld for the reception of all that is lofty, noble and\\npure, and to ban sh from the human heart all the re-\\nvengeful and selfish passions that infest it, by pre-\\nsenting to the imagination the more refined and ani-\\nmating pleasures of science. We even now see ambi-\\ntion, intent upon the accomplishment of this im-\\nportant object, industry ready to embrace it,\\nand honor eager to promote it. And imde^\\nthese favorable auspices, who can doubt that America,\\nthough even now deserving distinguished merit, may\\nere long be looked upon as the seat of learning, as\\nplaced upon the throne of science and weaving the\\nunfading crown of literature. Butstill many of the sons\\nof America, have even now rendered their names im-\\nmortal, and though the bonds of union be dissolved.\\nand anarchy and confusion reign, they will never be\\neffaced from the literary heart. I can see nothing at\\npresent to oppose the progress of science in our coun-\\ntry, at least nothing but what American perseverance\\nwill overcome; and I would cling with philanthropic\\nemotions to the pleasures derived from habits of re-\\ntirement and reflection. Let us for a moment con-", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "12 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nsider the foundation of the pleasures derived from\\nthis source. The individual who thus se-\\ncludes himself from society, for the purpose\\nof improvement, has leisure to review the\\nmult plied follies of his life and compare his\\nconduct with those whom he would select as persons\\nof virtue and morality. He traces the various opera-\\ntions of his mind .and carefully examines those prin-\\nciples which influence it, and the more important qual-\\nities and acquirements which constitute a well* regu-\\nlated and well governed mind. Reflection not only\\naffords pleasure but expands the intellect, and widens\\nthe capacity for knowledge. The mind that thirsts\\nfor knowledge loves retirement; it loves to steal from\\nthe busy crowd and seek happiness amid its own silent\\npursuits, and happy is that person whose leisure\\nhours are spent in this delightful employment. There\\nis no menral faculty that exerts a more powerful in-\\nfluence over the conduct and morals of mankind than\\nmeditation; and, indeed, these cannot be regulated in\\nthe least with out it. Extensive reading conversation or\\nlectures, and, indeed, instruction from enthusiastic\\ndelight, to the last and faintest hope that remained,\\nand embrace with ardor the best methods and indus-\\ntriously apply them to its advancement. If we look\\nto our own interests and to the interests of our coun-\\ntrymen and friends, we cannot avoid that spirit that\\nprompts us to the acquirement of knowledge, and if\\nthis spirit is cherished and gratified we shall have\\nmade proper use of the talentsi committed to us. But\\nI would speak the praises of American literature, for\\nalready I see the American scholar rising in glory\\nand honor in the world, and grasping all in his power.\\nI see his happiness, his uninterrupted diligence, and\\nhis inestimable prize. I see the hope that animates\\nhis heart, and in ecstacy exclaim, what a motive to\\ndiligence.\\nI slept and dreamed that life was beauty;\\nI woke and found that life was duty.\\nWas then my dream a shadowy lie?\\nToil on, sad heart, courageously;\\nAnd thou shalt find thy dream to be\\nA noon day light and truth to thee.\\nTrue genuine modesty is to be\\nDeveloped by the indwelling of Christianity.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: /j\\nLINES TO THE MOTHER OF LITTLE WILLIAM.\\n(Who Was Scalded to Death).\\nWritten at the age of 15 year,-.\\nThou gazest on that cherub brow,\\nCold, motionless and still;\\nNo sportive smile is on it now,\\nNo joy its eyes to fill..\\nIts little limbs are stiff and cold,\\nIts throbbing heart has ceased;\\nDid death unclasp thy fondest hold,\\nWhen he its soul released?\\nAh, mother, wherefore weepest thou?\\nWhy steals the big tear down thy cheek?\\nWhat means the sadness of thy brow?\\nHast thou no Comforter to seek?\\nWouldst thou bring back his happy soul\\nFrom that bright realm above?\\nErase his name from that pure roll,\\nAnd tear him from a Father s love?\\nAnd wouldst thou place him here below,\\nTo meet the world s cold smile\\nPerhaps no ray of hope to know,\\nWhen all is dark and wild?\\nAh, mother, twas a Father s hand,\\nHe saw and knew it best,\\nAnd took him to His Better Land,\\nTo his eternal rest.\\nThen, mother, dry thine every tear;\\nFor thou this truth shouldst know\\nGod, thy Redeemer s ever near\\nAnd He inflicts the blow.\\nHe took away thy little one,\\nBy Him its soul was given;\\nThen mourn not, for thy darling son,\\nFor he s with God in Heaven.\\nThe gentle William weeps no more;\\nHis varied sufferings all are o er.\\nNo inward struggles cloud his brow\\nWith marks of untold suffering.now.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "i 4 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nA little time on earth he spent,\\nTill God for him his angels sent,\\nAnd then on time he closed his eyes\\nTo wake in glory in the skies.\\nJust like a bud of sunny spring,\\nThat spite of kindly fostering\\nIs withered in its early bloom;\\nHe sank in beauty to the tomb.\\nHe longed to take millenial rest;\\nGod more than granted his request,\\nAnd Satan ne er shall lead astray\\nHis footsteps from God s holy way.\\nHe shines now brighter than a star\\nIn that sweet place where angels are,\\nAnd there no sin or care can come,\\nTis better than a mother s home.\\nAh! let his parents weep no more;\\nTheir gentle boy has gone before,\\nAnd when they re laid beneath the sod,\\nHe ll wait to welcome them to God.\\nTO A FRIEND OF THE MOTHER OF WILLIAM.\\nI ever loved the heart that loves\\nA fond and tender mother;\\nThat grief and care from her resumes,\\nThat all her ills would smother.\\nI love it most to see it prove,\\nAnd weep with that fond mother,\\nWhen she is called to test that love\\nThat s equalled by no other.\\nWhen death draws out with ruthless hand\\nAn arrow from his quiver,\\nAnd pointing to her infant band,\\nBestows one to the giver.\\nThen when biggest tears and saddest grief,\\nWould fain her bosom sever,\\nAnd soothing friends would give relief,\\nBut no relief can give her.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL THO UGH TS.\\nS\\nOh, then! I love the heart that points\\nHer soul to God, her Father,\\nDirects to that bright hour, her thoughts,\\nWhen His shall meet together.\\nThen lovely is the eye that s glazed\\nWith tears for that fond weeper,\\nAnd ever shall the heart be praised\\nThat loves from grief to keep her.\\nCornwall, April 3, 1838.\\nTHE WIDOW S CHARGE, AT HER DAUGHTER S\\nBRIDAL.\\n-o-\\nueal gently thou, whose hand has won\\nThe young bride from its nest away,\\nWhere, careless, neath the vernal sun,\\nShe gaily caroled day by day;\\nThe naunt is lone, the heart must grieve,\\nFrom whence her timid wing doth soar,\\nThey pensive list, at hush of eve,\\nYet hear her gushing song, no more.\\nDeal gently with her; thou art dear\\nBeyond what vestal lips have told,\\nAnd like a lamb, from mountain clear\\nShe turns confiding to thy fold.\\nShe round thy sweet domestic bower,\\nThe wreathes of changeless love shall twine,\\nWatch for thy step at vesper hour,\\nAnd blend her holiest prayer with thine.\\nDeal gently thou, when far away,\\nMid stranger scenes her foot shall rove,\\nNor let thy tender cares decay.\\nThe soul of woman lives in love;\\nAnd shouldst thou, wondering mark a tear\\nUnconscious from her eyelid break,\\nBe faithful and soothe the fear\\nThat man s strong heart can ne er partake.\\nA mother yields her gem to thee,\\nOn thy true breast to sparkle rare;\\nShe places neath thy household tree\\nThe idol of her fondest care;\\nAnd by thy trust, to be forgiven,\\nWhen judgment wakes in terror wild,\\nBy all thy treasured hopes of heaven,\\nDeal gently with the widow s child.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "1 6 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS\\nODE TO THE EVENING STARS.\\nWritten at the age of 16 years.\\nHail, thou bright gleaming evening star;\\nThou little sparkling spot afar,\\nThou gem, hung out on night s pale shroud\\nFar, far above the highest cloud\\nNo brilliant diamond shining brght\\nCan charm the eye with such delight.\\nWe gaze on the unnumbered throng\\nWhile wandering carelessly along,\\nBut when our eyes alight on thee\\nWe sigh, and wish away to flee.\\nAway to ramble in the skies\\nTill thy fair image meets our eyes.\\nWe mark thy early morning rays,\\nThey tell of Sol s returning blaze,\\nWe view thy cheerful hesper light\\nSucceeding her descending flight,\\nAnd oh, our souls would rise and fly\\nTo thy bright home, the fair blue sky.\\nHELP.\\nMy hands have often been weary hands.\\nToo tired to do their daily task,\\nAnd just to fold them forevermore\\nHas seemed the boon that was best to ask.\\nMy feet have often been weary feet,\\nToo tired to walk another day;\\nAnd I ve thought, to sit and cdlmly wait\\nIs better far than the onward way.\\nMy eyes with tears have been so dim,\\nThat I have said I cannot mark\\nThe work I do, or the way I take,\\nFor everywhere it is dark so dark.\\nBut, oh! Thank God! There never has come\\nThat hour that makes the bravest quail,\\nNo matter how weary my hands and feet.\\nGod never has suffered my heart to fail.\\nSo the folded hands take up their work,\\nAnd the weary feet pursue their way,\\nAnd all is clear when the good heart cries,\\nBe brave! Tomorrow s another day.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 17\\nDOES AMBITION EXCITE PEOPLE TO GREATRK\\nEXERTION THAN NECESSITY?\\nWtitteu at the age of 16 years.\\n(A Debate.)\\nIt must be allowed that according to philosophi-\\ncal principles the terms employed in a debate, should\\nbe clearly and distinctly defined before proceeding to\\nthe discussion of the question. And what I mean by\\nAmbition is a desire of power, excellence or persever-\\nance. By Necessity, that which compels a person to\\nexertions which will promote personal utterances.\\nIn the first place, necessity does not act in so high\\nranges or attempt so difficult and hazardous efforts\\nas ambition. Has it even like ambition crossed the\\nAlps of Switzerland, forced itself through eastern\\ndeserts, ascended the rugged mountains of the north,\\nor wandered over the cheerless unfrequented seas of\\nthe south? Has it like ambition contended with cham-\\npions or fought with haughty, arrogant kings? Has\\nit like ambition subdued nations, overthrown king-\\ndoms and laid cities in ashes on provinces and em-\\npires, in the world? Hais it explored the subterranean\\nregions of the earth, or the infinite number of worlds\\nthat surround it? No, not even inspected one among\\nthe variety of objects upon its surface. The range of\\nnecessity is merely what we see exhibited in common\\nlife, those things that promote temporary pleasure or\\nperosnal enjoyment, the labor requisite in procuring\\nthe necessaries, the bodily exertions of those whose\\ndaily support depends upon them. Necessity may\\nperhaps, elevate some one by chance, to a high sta-\\ntion, of wealth or honor, but what avails an individ-\\nual case, when thousands would be required to confute\\nthe foregoing assertion. Necessity is not engaged\\nin the pursuit of so many important and useful ob-\\njects as ambition. It has not been the result of \u00c2\u00bbo\\nmany successful achievements in war. It has not pro\\nduced such rapid advances of arts and manufac-\\ntures as ambition, though, perhaps, both\\nmight have originated in necessity. And we are\\nwell aware that they may arise to such a point that\\nefforts resulting from necessity to maintain them will\\nbe superceded by those of ambition. Ambition has\\nproduced greater mental exertions than necessity.\\nWhat but ambition has elevated the standard of edu-\\ncation in this and other countries? What has caused", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1 8 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nour cities to become seats of learning and literature\\nto nourish in our towns? What but this has given\\ncourage to the orator and pride to the poec; that has\\nexcited our public speakers to test those exertions\\nrequisite for maintaining the cause in which they are\\nengaged? Let us for a moment consider how the great\\nmass of created intelligent beings would conduct\\nthemselves, were they not incited by any other than\\nnecessitous motives. I know that what I do from am-\\nbition, is attended with greater exertions than that\\nfrom necessity, and as I individually attest this, I\\nwish to know if it is not the same with you all?\\nCornwall Debating Society, 1836.\\nTHE BRIDE.\\nOh, take her and be faithful still,\\nAnd may the bridal vow\\nBe sacred held in after years,\\nAnd warmly breathed as now.\\nRemember tis no common tie\\nThat binds her youthful heart,\\nTis one that only Truth should weave,\\nAnd only Death can part.\\nThe joy of childhood s happy hour,\\nThe home of riper years,\\nThe treasured scenes of early youth,\\nIn sunshine and in tears;\\nThe fairest hopes her bosom knew,\\nWhen her young heart was free,\\nAl these and more she now resigns,\\nTo brave the world with thee.\\nHer lot in life is fixed with thine,\\nIts good and ill to share,\\nAnd well I know twill be her pride,\\nTo soothe each sorrow there.\\nThen take her, and may fleeting time\\nMark only joy s increase,\\nAnd may your days glide swiftly on\\nIn happiness and peace.\\nSelected.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: t 9\\nKNOWLEDGE.\\nWritten at the age of 17 year\\nCome taste of Knowledge, heavenly prize,\\nTo light us to the distant skies,\\nCome and enjoy her, pure and bright,\\nIn evening, by our cheerful light.\\nCome share with us a mental feast,\\nOf all feasts, not indeed, the least.\\nWe ll circle round the table spread,\\nNot with fresh viands or with bread.\\nA richer load it ssure shall bear,\\nOf books and authors, choose with care,\\nThese we will fondly ponder o er,\\nThese shall attest our love of lore!\\nOh Knowledge source of pure delight,\\nTo Thee my spirit bends its flight.\\nCome, too, at early morning light,\\nCome, then, and woo her, pure and bright.\\nEre Sol s pure orient beams arise,\\nTo clear the darkness from our eyes.\\nEre busy day s confusing hum\\nWith all its busy care has come\\nWhile yet the mind is calm and clear,\\nAnd nothing s nigh to interfere.\\nCome, then, enjoy a mental feast,\\nOf all feasts, not indeed the least\\nOur due attention shall declare\\nOur pure regard for truth and lore.\\nOh Knowledge, source of pure delight.\\nTo Thee my spirit bends its flight.\\nCome mingle in the school house train,\\nMark their endeavors, truth to gain,\\nWitness their application close,\\nTo tasks their teachers hard propose.\\nSee with what eagerness they strive,\\nTheir fellow class-mates to out-thrive,\\nAnd then say who would such disdain.\\nSuch joys, what mortals wou d not claim.\\nOh, here the tree of knowledge grows.\\nHere Liberty s fair sons arose,\\nAnd o er these hanowed spots of love,\\nShall wave fresh laurels evermore.\\nOh Knowledge, source of pure delight,\\nTo Thee my spirit bends its flight.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "2o BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nOh happy be the souls that love\\nTo wander in some shady grove,\\nTo seek some calm, some blessed retreat,\\nSo pure, twere seeming heaven complete.\\nAnd there some favorite volume choose,\\nSome much-loved author there peruse,\\nAnd there perhaps some friend prefer\\nWith whom upon them to confer.\\nAh, who so blessed below the skies,\\nSuch heaven-born joys who would not prize.\\nOh Knowledge, source of pure delight,\\nTo Thee my spirit bends its flight.\\nWRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.\\nWritten at the age of 18 years.\\n(Vergenes, May 24, 1838.)\\nI do not think to work a name\\nOr praises for poetic fame\\nIn these dull lines.\\nI only wish to fan a flame\\nAnd make increasing warmth my aim\\nIn these dull lines,\\nA kind memento it may serve\\nOf love from which I ne er shall swerve\\nIn these dull lines.\\nBut for your worth your coy reserve\\nYou get not half what you deserve\\nIn these dull lines.\\nI might attempt your heart to show\\nIn all its beauty, warmth and glow\\nIn these dull lines.\\nBut, oh; I could not half bestow\\nOr paint thy bosom s faintest glow\\nIn these dull lines.\\nBut Mary when I m far away,\\nAd, oh! I feel the whole I say,\\nIn these dull lines.\\nRemember her, one who e er will pray\\nFor sunshine on her every day,\\nWho now receives this humble lay\\nIn these dull lines.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 2t\\nON SEEING AN AGED BEGGAR IN THE STREET,\\nWritten at the age of 17 years.\\nOh hasten poor beggar man, weary and worn,\\nThy locks are quite gray, arid thy beard is not shorn.\\nThy feet are quite naked ,thy head is quite bare,\\nOh hasten to warm thee, and food we ll prepare.\\nOh what has thy lot been and what thy hard fate,\\nThat thou, thus so aged, art wandering so late,\\nOh hast thou not better reward for thy toil,\\nThan the shelterless sky and the hard beaten soil?\\nOh, hast thou no sister, no friend or no wife,\\nTo cheer thee in trouble, assuage thy hard life?\\nOr art thou all lonely, all sad and all meek,\\nWith no earthly friend save poor Trip at thy feet?\\nOh, what are thy prospects, but sorrow and gloom,\\nOr hast thou a prospect beyond the dark tomb?\\nDoes Hope s cheering ray ever gleam o er thy mind,\\nAnd hast thou a refuge in God ever kind?\\nMe thinks, poor old beggar, I hear you now say\\nHow can I your kindness and pity repay?\\nMy purse is quite empty, but I ll never repine\\nI ve a heart that beats quickly and kindly as thine.\\nWhen young, I was active and busy and gay,\\nAnd hope beamed upon me her bright, cheering ray.\\nBut fate had designed me a sailor to rove,\\nAnd thus on the foaming seas, since I have strove.\\nAcross the wide Ocean I have a dear wife,\\nAnd three smiling children if God spare their life,\\nBut oh, cruel wild winds have driven me here,\\nTo wail out my poor life in sorrow and fear.\\nThus, thus has my lot been, and thus my hard fate,\\nBut I trust I ve a mansion beyond the dark state,\\nWhen days of deep darkness and nights of sad wail\\nShall never this poor aching body assail.\\nEvery action in life touches on some\\nChord that will vibrate in Eternity.**", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "32 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nLINES OCCASIONED BY BEING ABSENT FROM\\nHOME ENGAGED IN TEACHING.\\nWritten at the age of 17 years.\\n(Monday Morning, June 27, 1837.)\\nWhose is a happier sphere than mine? Or\\nWho so blessed as I am, when fair aurora\\nDecks the summer morn with every charm\\nAnd wakes the winged musiciaas from their\\nRestive sleep to fill the world with melody\\nExceeding far the mimicry of art\\nAnd calls forth Zephyrus from her Western\\nHome, to fan the morn with her reviving breath\\nAnd wake all things to life and joy;\\nWho then so happy as myself, say I\\nTo haste away with lithesome heart\\nTo yon low puny cot, to meet perhaps, some\\nTwenty children of a country clan, of\\nNeat attire, and rude appearance; modest\\nThough, and gentle, kind, happy and contented,\\nAmbitious each, the others to excel\\nIn their respective tasks; and proud to think\\nOf knowing more and more each day. These these\\nThe sunny day enjoy, entrusted to\\nMy care. And I, the while remuneration\\nShare, to see their growing minds, with knowledge\\nFrought. Such cots as these, so often met with\\nOn the country plain, or in the thicket glen,\\nOr on the south hill side, or on the fair\\nAnd modest villa green, bespeak a nation wise\\nWise, and fond of lore; and fills the heart\\nOf him, on whom fair science deigns to cast\\nHer lucid beams, with elevated joy.\\nAh, yes; twas in a place like this, that first\\nA Newton s mind expanded, first a White s\\nOr Franklin s. Or aught of whom the world may\\nBoast, as votaries of exalted science.\\nHere friendship first unites young hearts, with\\nEver duriDg ties; and each succeeding\\nYear adds strength, till manhood comes, and then by\\nDeath old age dissolves the earthly union\\nFor bonds now ind ssolubly strong in\\nRealms of bliss above. Whose lot than mine more\\nJoyous and refined, than tender minds, to\\nBend for future good and give to early thought\\nA sense of right and wrong, and eagerly", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 23\\nObserve the first faint glimmerings of latent\\nPowers, unfolding into action.\\nAh, thus will I repay the anxious care\\nOf those who thus for me have toiled, and on\\nMy younger mind bestowed such pains as well\\nDeserves my utmost thanks; and ever will\\nT think oi them with kindest love.\\nOh my best wishes too, and best regard\\nShall rest on those dear spots, where first the\\nMind, rude and unpolished, (like the marble\\nIn the quarried mine, ere the skilled sculptor\\nPuts its beauties on) begins to dazzle\\nForth its faculties inherent. These seats\\nOf learning are the firmest props a\\nNation holds, of honor, happiness, of\\nWorth or wealth; and 10 sustain them I will\\nDo my best. So haste Angela to your daily task.\\nLIFE.\\nLife, I know not what thou art,\\nBut know that thou and I must part,\\nAnd when or how, or where we met\\nI own, to me s a mystery yet.\\nLife, we ve been long together,\\nThrough pleasant and through cloudy weather.\\nTis hard to part when friends are dear;\\nPerhaps twill cost a sigh, a tear;\\nThen steal away, give little warning,\\nChoose thine own time,\\nSay not good night,, but in some brighter clime\\nBiu me good morning.\\nSelected.\\nThe kindest and happiest pair\\nWill oft have reason to forbear,\\nFind something every day they live\\nTo pity and perhaps forgive.\\nStrength for today is all we need,\\nAs there never will be a tomorrow;\\nFor tomorrow will prove but another today\\nWith its measure of joy and sorrow.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "24 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nPARAPHRASE ON THE LAST FIVE VERSES OF\\nTHE TENTH CHAPTER OF ST. LUKE.\\n0\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWritten at the age of 17 years\\n(Addressed to My Sister Mary.)\\nJesus the holy Son of God\\nAnd his disciples, lovely band,\\nAt Martha s house in Bethany\\nRetire and entertainment find.\\nWhile Martha served with busy care\\nAnd hastened to prepare them food\\nSee Mary Martha s sister dear\\nAt Jesus feet, how meek, how good.\\nWith what sweet words from Jesus lips,\\nWas Mary s happy heart then cheered\\nHow blessed was her humble seat,\\nWhat glorious counsels then she heard.\\nBut Jesus, Master, Martha said,\\nBia Mary some kind help afford;\\nSee how I labor, she instead\\nFeasts well her soul with thy rich word.\\nMartha, Martha, Jesus replied,\\nLet not this world engage your heart;\\nOne thing is needful, much preferred\\nAnd Mary hath this better part.\\nWhile you are careful of this life\\nAnxious its flattering smiles to share\\nSee Mary humble at my feet\\nSweet piety her only care.\\nNow Mary may this Mary s choice\\nBe your rich portion evermore;\\nAnd may you at His feet rejoice\\nWho cruel pangs for sinners bore.\\nMake a little fence around today,\\nFence it in with loving words and therein stay;\\nLook not through the sheltering bars upon tomor-\\nrow,\\nGod will help thee bear what comes of joy or sor-\\nrow.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "BEA UTIFUL THOUGHTS.\\nPARTING LINES TO MY DEAR FRIEND MARY.\\nWritten at the age of 18 years.\\nAll, why did Providence to me allow\\nSo lovely friends; or one so dear as thou\\nAnd why, Oh fate, has thou so soon decreed\\nFrom friends, and home and all, my steps to lead?\\nFor I must soon another air inhale\\nFar from Vermont, in Mississippi s vale\\nWhere, whether joy or sorrow shall attend\\nNo smiles of thine can their mlid influence blend.\\nBut oh, I never will forget that voice\\nWhose utterance mild, I oft have made my choice\\nWhen busier tongues with half less sweetness fraught\\nHave plied in vain, in vain my smiles have sought.\\nNor e er forget the glances of those eyes\\nWhose tender radiance beams as from the skies\\nWhose speaking fullness oft has fixed my gaze\\nTill fancy fraught them with angelic rays.\\nAnd oft shall fancy paint that roseate hue\\nOn those flushed cheeks enchanting to my view,\\nSweet the remembrance but ah, sweeter this\\nThat those flushed cheeks have felt my warmest kiss\\nWild is my fancy; Thou wild dream away\\nLet reason exercise her nobler sway\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd let to God my orisons ascend,\\nFor Heaven to guard thee Heaven to ere befriend.\\nAnd if to Heaven I raise my prayers again\\nFor blessings on thee, will those prayers be vain?\\nAh, Mary, no for faith the while bespeaks\\nThat my fond prayer the richest favor seeks.\\nShould now prophetic vision wrap my soul\\nAnd the full page of future fate unroll,\\nWould characters emblazoned there, portray\\nA life of joy, a life of cloudless day?\\nOr would cold sorrow like\\n(That ever dark concomitant of life)\\nTc press his heavy hand upon thy face\\nAnd every line of love and joy erase?", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "BE A UTIFUL T//0 UGH VS.\\nIc matters not, if in that western vale\\nA garb of grief and joy my heart empale\\nNo it shall ever feel its purest flame\\nAt the mere mention of a cherished name.\\nOh! think you not, that my reverting eye\\nWill often turn toward its native sky?\\nAnd that my feet will often wish to roam\\nAbout the fields encircling once my home?\\nAnd will not, too, those early school-day scenes\\nWhere joyous eyes have shot enraptured gleams\\nWhere heart with kindred heart in concert beat\u00c2\u00a9\\nAnd each kind smile a kinder answer meets.\\nWill not these, too, be very near my heart\\nSince thou, dear friend hast formed .so loved a part?\\nAnd will not, too our ever mutual tears\\nEmbalm the memory of those bygone years?\\nBut thoughts like these chase countless thoughts\\nalong\\nAnd fain would swell a weary endless song.\\nBut she to whom these measures are addressed\\nShe feels them all within her faithful breast.\\nShe never can forget those Sabbath hours\\nWhen holiest themes engaged our holiest powers\\nWhen from pure streams, our thirsty souls have\\nquaffed\\nThe flowing sweetness of an Angel s draught.\\nAnd when at church she sees my vacant, seat\\nAnd she no more can hear my entering feet\\nOh, Heaven, for me, will know her anxious fears\\nWhile each for other mingles prayers with tears.\\nThou knowest that from thy first love for me\\nMy kindest love has been bestowed on thee\\nThou knowest, how with unremitting care\\nThe purest friendship we have loved to share.\\nThat friendship grew from day to day\\nBeneath the sunshine of love s warmest ray\\nAnd Knowledge, Virtue, Love, have been the while\\nThe happy themes our minutes to beguile.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "^BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:* 27\\nBut oh, this heart by fate s relentless hand\\nMust find a refuge in a stranger land\\nMust transfer there, all fearless, fond and free\\nThe pure affections it has formed for thee.\\nAnd deem not thou that there they will congeal\\nOr that this heart will ever cease to feel\\nTt never can, within the pale of time,\\nOr while thou livest, in whatever clime.\\nBut it is so; and must I say adieu?\\nAdieu forever to a friend like you?\\nYe Powers above with these last, accents, send\\nA thousand blessings on thy worthy friend.\\nAround her pathway shed Celestial light,\\nAnd guard her spirit from misfortune s blight,\\nLet every grace in sweet accord combine\\nTo mould her heart as pure and loved as thine.\\nAnd, oh! protect her on Death s darksome hour\\nWhen o er her form shall steal its chilling power\\nThen, let hope s bright beams upon her rise\\nAnd plume her pinions for the upper skies.\\nAnd may we meet in those bright realms above\\nTo tune our ceaseless songs of love,\\nWith this last wish\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my bursting heart must tell\\nTo thee\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a long\u00e2\u0080\u0094 perhaps a last farewell.\\nHer Friend Mary died in less than a year.\\nAN ALBUMEAN PRESENT.\\nWritten at the as;e oflS years.\\n(To My Friend Sarah.)\\nThe stars that nightly shine so pure,\\nThe Sun s bright beams by day obscure;\\nTheir milder less effulgent rays,\\nAre lost amidst a brighter blaze;\\nYet not the less their forms are fair\\nAnd not less brightly .shine they there.\\nThus here, the names that meet thy eye,\\nAnd dazzle bright on friendship s sky,\\nDispersing on thy raptured sight,\\nThe brightness of empyreal light;", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "28 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Jay dark eclipse my humble name,\\nAmid their brighter, purer flame.\\nYet cot the less twould faithful be,\\nAnd not less fondly cherished thee.\\nMy lowly strains in accent clear,\\nWould fain fall gently on thy ear,\\nAnd, mingled with love s warmest swell,\\nWould kindly speak a last farewell.\\nFor fate with stern, unyielding hand,\\nPoints yonder to a stranger land,\\nAnd time speeds on the darksome day,\\nThat thence must bear ycur friend away.\\nBut oh, wheree er my footsteps roam\\n3 still will love my early Home;\\nI ll love tee playmates of my early youth\\n(And tears forth gushing speak the truth,)\\nO were the future unrevealed\\nIts mystic volumes all unsealed,\\nWould joy or grief be mine to \u00c2\u00a9hare\\nOr peaceful rest or anxious care?\\nTis all as well enough we know\\nTo learn that joy must mix with woe;\\nThat smiles oft prelude pain and tears,\\nAnd brightest hopes oft end in fears;\\nBut why that Providence distrust\\nWhose hand Divine is therefore just?\\nIf God beholds a sparrow s fall\\nAnd sees around as Lord of all\\nShall I be faithless or shall I\\nUnnoticed live, unnoticed die?\\nAn infinite unbounded stretch\\nTo notice me a worthless wretch.\\nOn life s tempestuous sea we ride,\\nWhere frightful storms our paths betide,\\nW T here fearful waves around us roar,\\nAnd thick impending tempests lower,\\nBut He still lives, whose high behest,\\nOnce calmed the troubled waves to rest,\\nAnd when wild fears our bosoms fill,\\nWill kindly answer, Peace be Still.\\nBut, oh, farwell may virtue shed\\nIts brightest lustre o er thy head,\\nAnd may thou through life s darksome way,\\nPrepare for realms of endless day;\\nAnd may we in yon world above\\nSing ceaseless strains of endless love.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: zg\\nCHRIST S CHILDHOOD.\\nWritten at the ajee of 17 years.\\nOf earth-born beings, who could ask\\nMore than was Mary s lot, the task\\n(If such it may be called) to rear\\nWitn tender care her offspring dear;\\nFor who before, such prize has won\\nWho else can claim a spotless son?\\nWhere in the annals of the world\\nHas priest or prophet ever told\\nOf one so fair, so pure a child\\nBy nothing stained, by nought defiled?\\nOr in what philosophic school\\nHas e er been trained by wisest rule\\nA youth from every vice so free\\nAs was this soul in infancy.\\nThink, how in every word and thought\\nHis parent s happiness he sought;\\nA word in anger never spoke\\nNe er raised his hand to deal a stroke\\nNor ever by a giddy heart,\\nWas he allured to folly s part;\\nBut e er maintained strict virtue s s de\\nAnd wept to see the foolish glide\\nWith fleeting steps, down death s dark tid\\nWhat mixture pure of fond delight\\nAnd love, the mother felt at night\\nTo trace his actions through the day\\nAnd find to mourn no childish fray\\nNo raging passion quick to chide.\\nNo hasty, willful fault to hide\\nBut fondly mark hi\u00c2\u00a9 mind mature\\nE er age had made his manhood sure.\\nOh, how she loved to linger o er\\nThe lovely traits his actions bore\\nTo see his gratitude and love\\nHis gentleness and kindness prove\\nHis wi/sdom from a world above.\\nAlone a monument he stands\\nOf spotless, pure unblemished hands,\\nNo sin-stained deed hotly he e er wrought", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "jo BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nNor no foul purpose ever sought.\\nBiK why of Him attempt to show\\nBy words, what words can ne er bestow.\\nAmong the names of human race\\nWho pedigree from Adam trace,\\nNot one in truth can disclaim sin;\\nAh, no; the monster reigns within;\\nAnd sways his victim s yielding will\\nHis murderous office to fulfill.\\nBut this blest being, heavenly prize,\\nThis child, immaculate and wise,\\nThe Son of God, through David s line,\\nThe Son of Mary, heir divine,\\nHath never sinned; Ah, he alone,\\nIhe tempter had not power to own.\\nWRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.\\nWritten at the age of 18 years.\\na thousand wishes I would wish you\\nA thousand blessings fain bestow,\\nAs many days of pleasure give you,\\nWere I fitting thus to do.\\nWould you ask a tender tribute\\nFrom a heart that loves you well,\\nWould you ask one more expressive\\nThan a tender sigh can tell?\\nWould you ask a kind memento\\nOn this consercrated page,\\nIf a tear drop chance to follow,\\nWill it firmer love engage?\\nWould you wish a fond expression\\nOf my often told regard,\\nWould you wish me more to mention,\\nThan my name that simple word?\\nNo life is pure in its purpose or strong in its\\nstrife, but all life is made purer and stronger there-\\nby.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 3\\nFRIENDSHIP.\\nWritten ar, the nge oflS years;.\\nFriends but few on earth, and therefore dear.\\nPollock.\\nAre there on earth but few indeed\\nWho friendship s leadings love to lead?\\nAre there but few whose souls are near\\nAnd knit together, therefore dear?\\nAre there but few who love to lave\\nIn friendship s pure and limpid wave,\\nAround whose happy hearts entwine\\nAffection s tendrils\u00e2\u0080\u0094 plant divine.\\nThe sweets of friendship never cloy\\nDo not these few these sweets enjoy?\\nThe sweets of friendship never fail,\\nOn these do not these few regale?\\nOh, we will join the happy few,\\nAnd friendship s lovely charms pursue,\\nYes ever round our hearts shall twine\\nThe tendrils of this plant Divine.\\nAnd we will knit our souls so strong\\nNot even Death, shall part us long,\\nFor Heavenward we will stretch our wings\\nWhen its dark pall it o er us flings.\\nThen we will tune our highest lays,\\nThe God. who made us friends, to praise-\\nArid all the host shall catch the flame,\\nAnd friendship, claim immortal name.\\nTHE THREE REQUISITES TO A JUST IMAGINA-\\nTION.\\nAn eye that can see nature.\\nA heart that can feel nature.\\nA resolution that dare follow nature.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "J* BEAUTIFUL THOUGH TS^\\nI LOVE THEE DEAREST MARY.\\nWritten at the age of 19 years.\\nWhen gentle breezes swiftly play\\nTheir farewell to the parting day,\\nWhen twilight s silence all profound\\nAnd twilight s shadows linger round,\\nWhen distant notes frem herded throng\\nBlend with the streams their vesper song,\\nOh, then, if thou art sad and lone\\nHear thy Angelina s soothing tone,\\nI love thee, Dearest Mary.\\nWhen morning birds and fragrant dew\\nAnother busy day renew;\\nWhen morning skies serenely bright,\\nReflect on earth their purest light,\\nWhen morning flowers to Sun and air\\nTheir little chalices unbare;\\nAnd all is fresh and calm and still,\\nAnd holiest, thoughts thy bosom fill,\\nOh, then, if thou art sad and lone,\\nHear thy Angeline s soothing tone,\\nI love thee, Dearest Mary.\\nWhen pleasure streams run clear and h gh\\nAnd bright its waves before thee lie,\\nWhen summer joys around thee flow,\\nAnd friends their kindest smiles bestow,\\nWhen o er thy charmed, thy raptured soul,\\nThe sweetest sounds in transports roll,\\nThen blended, hear Angelia s song,\\nBorne on the dewy gale along,\\nI love thee, Dearest Mary.\\nBut should misfortune s icy grasp\\nIn its cold arms my Mary clasp,\\nAnd with its wild its chilling breath,\\nSweep o er thy form its blasts of death,\\nShould thou, dear friend, become a prey\\nTo sorrow s sad unfeeling sway,\\nIf paths of woe thy feet shall track,\\nAnd deepest grief thy bosom rack,\\nThen let thy burdened spirit rise\\nAbove the bright, the fair blue skies,\\nTo Him, who yields that peace alone,\\nThy grief-bound soul would call its own.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "u BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 33\\nnemember, too, Angeline s soul,\\nThough widest seas between us roll,\\nShall never from its purpose swerve,\\nFaithful at Friendship s shrine to serve,\\nWhatever paths thy feet pursue,\\nThink of that .soul as ever true,\\nWherever it shall find a home,\\nLet thither thy loved spirit roam,\\nMy kindest wishes on thee rest,\\nThy life with purest joys be blest,\\nAnd while I say this last adieu,.\\nLet me the darling theme renew,\\nI love thee, Dearest Mary.\\nCornwall, Vt., May 20, 1839.\\nLINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM OF A FRIEND.\\nWritten at the age of IS years.\\nThough those alone of present worth\\nDeserve thy memories faithful prayer,\\nYet while I have a home on earth\\nMay I not humbly claim thy care?\\nAnd though dark fate exiles me far,\\nWhere strangers I shall only find,\\nVermont shall be my memory s star,\\nAnd lure me back to friends behind.\\nAnd though I may not think to share\\nThe ills and storms that life betide,\\nOne star as brilliant as the Sun\\nAlone our wandering feet can guide.\\nThat star is virtue bright it sheds\\nIts lustre o er life s darksome way,\\nAnd beams upon bewildered heads\\nThe brightness of Celestial day.\\nAnd one there lives, whose watchful eye\\nIs ever on the lowly wise,\\nWho kindly hears the humble cry\\nFrom his bright realm above the sky.\\nThen we will trust in His kind care\\nAna in his powerful arm confide,\\nTill we may bliss with angels share\\nFar, far beyond time s troubled tide.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "34 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS^\\nLINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF A COUSIN,\\nSHELDON PARMERLY.\\nWritten at the age oflS years.\\nThis young man was studying for the ministry and\\ndied just as he was to begin his life work.\\nWhy; visions of the dead why make me start?\\nOh, thoughts of one beloved Why rend the heart?\\nOh, pangs of deep regret why tear the soul?\\nAnd floods of living grief why o er the bosom roll?\\nTis all for Sheldon, his sad seeming fate,\\nTo die, when hopes were highest heart elate,\\nWhen joys were brightest, life itself most dear,\\nWhen every tie seemed strengthened to retain him\\nhere.\\nCould I portray the virtues/ of this youth\\nIn all the glowing lustre of their truth,\\nI d set them forth, a tribute to his praise\\nAnd they should guide the world to imitate his ways.\\nFor all who knew him, loved his pious worth\\nAnd ranked him with the happy few on earth;\\nEven impious souls, his words of love embraced,\\nAnd ne er from one fond heart, will his memory be\\nerased.\\nOh, what well-meaning love-fraught schemes of good\\nWhat hopes of rendering the Redeemer s blood,\\nThe sanctifying draught, to sin-bound hearts,\\nAre crushed and rent, to Sheldon, in death s recent\\ndarts.\\nWhat disappointment seized him, when the thought\\nRushed o er him, that he must so soon depart\\nSo soon leave those who shared his early toys,\\nAnd claimed with him, parental smiles; and child-\\nhood s joys.\\nBut mark what joys light up his visage now,\\nWhat looks of rapture kindle on his brow;\\nHis deathless spirit triumphs to unite,\\nHis Mother, Angels, Sainted Spirits in delight.\\nHe thirsted here for goodness and for God,\\nHe now, me trust, reaps his deserved reward,\\nAnd wihle his purer spirit shines on high,\\nWe treasure up his worth, and in his God rely.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "14 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 33\\nEPITHALAMIUM, (A Nuptial Feast.)\\nWritten at the age of VJ years.\\nTwa.s a bright happy day, but as bright were the\\nscenes\\nThat enlivened its gay passing hours.\\nFor brighter the hopes on which innocence beams\\nThan the sunshine today, with tomorrow s dark\\nshowers,\\n(Chill blasts may sweep o er them, and seem for\\nawhile\\nTo have cast them on Death s frozen shore,\\nBut quickly they brighten and sweeter they smile\\nWhen the breath of the blast is gone o er.)\\nTis enough; twill awake happy thoughts in the\\nmind\\nOf the noble and guiltless and pure\\nThat hands were united in Hymen s soft bands\\nAnd love in soft ties was secure.\\nLike two beautiful s.: reams as they roll on the way\\nAnd ripple and dance in the sun,\\nTill meeting and mingling in magic display\\nTo the fathomless Ocean they run.\\nSo thus, may bright streams of affection and love\\nFrom fountains of purity run,\\nSo thus, in smooth channels as peacefully move\\nTill commingled together in one.\\nThen fairer the green banks, sweeter the flowers\\nThat lave their bright cups on its breast,\\nAnd swiftly it passes the evergreen bowers\\nThat on its bright shores are at rest.\\nThen, gathering beauty and strength as it flows\\nTo the fathomless Ocean of Rest,\\nIt gently rolls on, till it rests on the shores\\nThat* repose on the land of the Blest.\\n1 wished those fond beings that ever as sure\\nThe bright Sun of Hope might arise,\\nThat sorrows and shadows might never obscure\\nThe light of that sun from their eyes.\\nT wished them contentment, and pleasure and joy,\\nAnd (if ever a wish was sincere),\\nIt was that their pleasures might find no alloy\\nWith the false ones that flatter us here.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "jd il BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nFRIENDSHIP.\\nWritten at the age of 18 years.\\nOh, friendship; sacred plant, transplanted from\\nThe rich nursery of Heaven, to earth s\\nCold, barren, soil. Retaining still from thence\\nIts beautiful and tender foliage,\\nLively hues, and rich and luscious fragrance.\\nAnd this for what? To Wither, fade and die?\\nAnd thus on all the rest, throw out a rank\\nAnd putrid odor, and ta.nt them deeper\\nWith pollution, even now too deep? No;\\nNot thus to prove a curse, a bitter thing;\\nBut, ah, a gift from God, a plant from Heaven;\\nHere even here, to thrive and stretch high o er\\nThe rest, its leafy boughs, and serve a kind\\nProtector a beacon bright, to ward them\\nGainst approaching ill. Yet more to twine its\\nClasping tendrils round our hearts, and draw us\\nNearer, closer, firmer to each other\\nAn emblem thus, of the pure love, that fills\\nThe angelic hosts of heaven.\\nOh friendship hallowed name; we crave thy\\nSignet on our fervent hearts and ever\\nMean to bear about thy lovely image.\\nWe mean to be that few on earth who dare\\nTo claim thee. Oh, may thou ever thrive Yes,\\nEver find congenial soil in our fond\\nHearts. There, pruned and cultivated, may thou never\\nCease to thrive, 1 11 Death shall call us hence. And\\nMay thou ever when we ve bid adieu to\\nEarth, find other hands to rear thee, till the\\nLast trump shall sound to an unnumbered throng.\\nThe knell of time departed. May then the\\nAngel of the Lord transplant thee, in thy\\nNative clime\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thy happy paradise where\\n^he hosts of Heaven, will ever love to\\nCherish and adore thee. There may thou bloom\\nThrough never-ending ages and a long\\nA long Eternity.\\nFriendship of all ties most binds the heart.\\nAnd faith in friendship is the noblest part.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 37\\nONE STEP MORE.\\nQ\\nWhat though before me it is dark,\\nToo dark for me to see,\\nI ask but light enough for one step more,\\nTis quite enough for me.\\nEach little humble step I take,\\nThe gloom clears from the next,\\nSo though tis very dark beyond,\\nI never am perplexed.\\nAnd if sometimes the mist hangs close,\\nSo close, I fear to stray,\\nPatient I wait a little while\\nAnd soon it clears away.\\nI would not see my further path\\nFor mercy veils it. so,\\nMy present steps might harder be,\\nDid I the future know.\\nIt may be that my path is rough,\\nThorny and hard, and steep;\\nAnd knowing this my strength might fail\\nThrough fear and terror deep.\\nIt may be that it winds along\\nA smooth and flowing way,\\nBut seeing this I might despise\\nThe journey of today.\\nPerhaps my path is very short,\\nMy journey nearly done;\\nAnd I might tremble at the thought\\nOf ending it so soon.\\nOr if I saw a weary length\\nOf road that I must wend,\\nFainting I d think my feeble powers\\nWill fail me ere the end.\\nAnd so I do not wish to know\\nMy journey or its length,\\nAssured that through my Father s love,\\nEach step will bring its strength.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "38 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS^\\nThus, step by step I onward go,\\nNot looking far before,\\nTrusting that I shall always have\\nJust light enough for One step more.\\nI THINK OF FRIENDS WITH ME AND FRIENDS\\nFAR AWAY.\\nWritten at the age of IS years.\\nWhen the cares of the day absorbingly seem\\nTo envelope my mind in a dark hazy dream,\\nWhen I carelessly seem every friend to forget,\\nAnd no one scarce dreams, I a thought can beget,\\nWhen youthful emotions of joy and delight\\nSeem to render me buoyant, and cheerful and light.\\nWhether cheerful or gloomy, or silent or gay,\\nI think of friends with me and friends far away.\\nWhen the soft breath of morning, embalmed with the\\ndew\\nInvigorates ajl nature, all nature anew,\\nWhen I at my window, am seated the while,\\nEre the Sun s beaming graces, have drawn forth a\\nsmile,\\nEnjoying the thinking, and feeling and loving,\\nWhich the fond/ heart enjoys in this hour of the\\nmorning,\\nOh, then, when thoughts travel with lightning s swift\\nray,\\nI think of friends with me and friends far away.\\nWhen the Sun, low-descending, throws brightly be-\\nhind,\\nA ray to enliven and cheer the lone mind,\\nWhen solitude s silence and charms I possess,\\nAnd soft winds breath lightly and wild flowers ca-\\nress,\\nWhen too their soft breathings I feel on my cheek,\\nAnd I, welcoming meet them, in some calm retreat.\\nOh then, when thoughts travel with lightning s swift\\nray,\\nI think of friends with me and friends far away.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS: 39\\nPRAYER.\\nWritten ai the aye of ID years.\\nGo when the morning shineth,\\nGo when the moon is bright,\\nGo when the eve declmeth,\\nGo in the hush of night;\\nGo with pure mind and feeling,\\nFling earthly thoughts away,\\nAnd in thy chamber kneeling,\\nDo thou in secret, pray.\\nRemember all who love thee;\\nAnd all who are loved by thee;\\nOmit all who are loved by thee;\\nIf any such there be;\\nThen for thyself in meekness,\\nA blessing humbly claim,\\nAnd link with each petition\\nThy great Redeemer s name.\\nOr if tis e er denied thee\\nIn solitude to pray;\\nShould holy thoughts come o er thee,\\nWhen friends are round thy way,\\nE en the silent breathing\\nOf thy spirit raised above,\\nWill reach His throne of glory,\\nWho is Mercy, Truth and Love.\\nOh. not a joy or blessing\\nWith this can we compare,\\nThe power that He hath given us,\\nTo pour our souls in prayer;\\nWhene er thou pinest in sadness,\\nBefore his footstool fall,\\nAnd remember in thy gladness,\\nHis grace who gave thee all.\\nCount that day lost whose low descending sun,\\nviews from thy hand no worthy action done.", "height": "3327", "width": "1905", "jp2-path": "beautifulthought00bent_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "40 BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS:\\nTO MARY, (My Sister.)\\nMary, it is a lovely name,\\nThrice hallowed in the rolls of fame,\\nNot for the blazonry of mirth,\\nNor honors springing from the earth;\\nBut what Evangelists have told,\\nOf three who bore that name of old;\\nMary, the Mother of our Lord,\\nMary, who sat to hear His word,\\nAnd Mary Magdeline to whom\\nHe came, while weeping o er his tomb,\\nThese to that humble name apply\\nA glory which can never die.\\nMary, my prayer for you shall be,\\nMay you in pious love b\u00c2\u00bb all the three.", "height": "3327", 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