James Montgomery Quotes

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.

If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.