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Truth is poetry it is the grandest poetry.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
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Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Age: 65 †
Born: 1814
Born: December 29
Died: 1880
Died: January 1
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E. H. Chapin
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How often a new affection makes a new man! The sordid, cowering soul turns heroic. The frivolous girl becomes the steadfast martyr of patience and ministration, transfigured by deathless love. The career of bounding impulses turns into an anthem of sacred deeds.
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Public feeling now is apt to side with the persecuted, and our modern martyr is full as likely to be smothered with roses as with coals.
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The productions of the press, fast as steam can make and carry them, go abroad through all the land, silent as snowflakes, but potent as thunder. It is an additional tongue of steam and lightning, by which a man speaks his first thought, his instant argument or grievance, to millions in a day.
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No one can truly see Christ, and drink in the influence of his character, and not be a Christian at heart.
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Mercy. That is the gospel. The whole of it in one word.
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Death, is not an end, but a transition crisis. All the forms of decay are but masks of regeneration--the secret alembics of vitality.
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The wild bird that flies so lone and far has somewhere its nest and brood. A little fluttering heart of love impels its wings, and points its course. There is nothing so solitary as a solitary man.
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The gospel has but a forced alliance with war. Its doctrine of human brotherhood would ring strangely between the opposed ranks. The bellowing speech of cartoon and the baptism of blood mock its liturgies and sacraments. Its gentle beatitudes would hardly serve as mottoes for defiant banners, nor its list of graces as names for ships-of-the-line.
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There is no happiness in life, there is no misery like that growing out of the dispositions which consecrate or desecrate a home.
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Do not judge from mere appearances.
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A man's love for his native land lies deeper than any logical expression, among those pulses of the heart which vibrate to the sanctities of home, and to the thoughts which leap up from his father's graves.
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The best men are not those who have waited for chances but who have taken them besieged the chance conquered the chance and made chance the servitor.
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A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
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If you should take the human heart and listen to it, it would be like listening to a sea-shell you would hear in it the hollow murmur of the infinite ocean to which it belongs, from which it draws its profoundest inspiration, and for which it yearns.
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We have not the innocence of Eden but by God's help and Christ's example we may have the victory of Gethsemane.
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Consider and act with reference to the true ends of existence. This world is but the vestibule of an immortal life. Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.
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Nature satisfies my thirst it feeds my hunger it finds me clothing it affords me shelter it wraps me around when I sleep with beneficent and watchful care and it takes me at last to its great bosom, where my ashes mingle with their kindred dust.
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The weak sinews become strong by their conflict with difficulties.
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The conservative may clamor against reform, but he might as well clamor against the centrifugal force. He sighs for the good old times,--he might as well wish the oak back into the acorn.
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The golden age is not in the past, but in the future not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.
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