Lookee here.<\/a>\u00a0And dare I mention St. Paul\u2019s words from his letter to the Philippians?<\/p>\nFinally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.(Phil. 4:8)<\/i><\/p>\n
Now, let us enjoy the following verses from the pen of Matthew Arnold.<\/p>\n
Morality<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will\u2019d
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill\u2019d.<\/p>\n
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish \u2019twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern.<\/p>\n
Then, when the clouds are off the soul,
When thou dost bask in Nature\u2019s eye,
Ask, how she view\u2019d thy self-control,
Thy struggling, task\u2019d morality\u2013
Nature, whose free, light, cheerful air,
Oft made thee, in thy gloom, despair.<\/p>\n
And she, whose censure thou dost dread,
Whose eye thou wast afraid to seek,
See, on her face a glow is spread,
A strong emotion on her cheek!
\u2018Ah, child!\u2019 she cries, \u2018that strife divine,
Whence was it, for it is not mine?<\/p>\n
\u2018There is no effort on my brow\u2013
I do not strive, I do not weep;
I rush with the swift spheres and glow
In joy, and when I will, I sleep.
Yet that severe, that earnest air,
I saw, I felt it once\u2013but where?<\/p>\n
\u2018I knew not yet the gauge of time,
Nor wore the manacles of space;
I felt it in some other clime,
I saw it in some other place.
\u2018Twas when the heavenly house I trod,
And lay upon the breast of God.\u2019<\/p>\n
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