And when his love would new expression find,
He brought thee to me and He said,

66 Behold a Friend! "

Anonymous.

O friend!

O best of friends! Thy absence more

Than the impending night darkens the landscape

o'er!

Longfellow: Christus.

A day for toil, an hour for sport,

But for a friend life is too short.

Emerson: Considerations by the Way.

Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!

O friend, my bosom said,

Emerson: Forbearance.

Through thee alone the sky is arched,

Through thee the rose is red;

All things through thee take nobler form,

And look beyond the earth,

The mill-round of our fate appears

A sun-path in thy worth.

Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;

The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.

Emerson: Friendship.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me.

John Burroughs: Waiting.

Futurity, Eternity; see Memory and The Past.
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;

'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

Addison: Cato.

Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud!

Bailey: Festus.

Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Longfellow: Psalm of Life.

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could

see,

Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.

For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Browning.

Tennyson: The Song of the Brook.

I know not what the future hath

Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death

God's mercy underlies.

Genius; see Inspiration.

Whittier,

Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought,
But genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Dryden: Epistle to Congreve.

One science only will one genius fit,

So vast is art, so narrow human wit:

Like kings, we lose the conquests gain'd before,
By vain ambition still to make them more.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Talents angel-bright,

If wanting worth, are shining instruments
In false ambition's hand, to finish faults
Illustrious, and give infamy renown.

Young: Night Thoughts.

Gentleman; see Character and Man.

A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigality of nature,

Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt right royal,
The spacious world cannot again afford.

Shakespeare: Richard III.

He had then the grace, too rare in every clime,
Of being, without alloy of fop or beau;
A finish'd gentleman from top to toe.

Byron: Don Juan.

And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

Tho' modest, on his unembarrass'd brow
Nature had written-Gentleman.

Ghosts, Spirits.

Byron: Don Juan.

I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
-Why, so can I; or so can any man:

But will they come, when you do call for them?

Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV.

Spirits when they please

Can either sex assume, or both; so soft
And uncompounded is their essence pure.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

He shudder'd, as no doubt the bravest cowers
When he can't tell what 'tis that doth appall.
How odd a single hobgoblin's nonentity

Should cause more fear than a whole host's identity.
Byron: Don Juan.

Gifts.

Nearer we hold of God

Who gives, than of his tribes that take, I must

believe.

Browning: Rabbi Ben Ezra.

She prizes not such trifles as these are:

The gifts she looks from me, are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,

But not deliver❜d.

Shakespeare: Winter's Tale.

To the noble mind,

Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Saints themselves will sometimes be,
Of gifts that cost them nothing, free.

Butler: Hudibras.

Goodness; see Virtue, Charity, and Evil.

Good, the more

Communicated, the more abundant grows.

Milton: Paradise Lost.

Hard was their lodging, homely was their food,
For all their luxury was doing good.

Garth: Claremont.

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well,
Should, in his actions, be so ill!

Massinger: Parliament of Love.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? three treasures, Love, and
Light,

And Calm Thoughts, regular as infant's breath:
And three firm friends, more sure than day and

night,

Himself, his Maker, and the Angel Death.

Coleridge: The Good, Great Man.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song.

Charles Kingsley: A Farewell.

May I

Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense.

George Eliot.

There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall

live as before;

The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound;

What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more.