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I b'lieve in religion, and one of these days, when I've got matters tight and snug, I calculates to tend to my soul.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Harriet Beecher Stowe
Age: 85 †
Born: 1811
Born: June 14
Died: 1896
Died: July 1
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Litchfield (town)
Connecticut
Christopher Crowfield
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Enrieta Elizabeth Beecher Stowe
Harriet Elizabeth Beecher
Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe
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When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
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Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
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One would like to be grand and heroic, if one could but if not, why try at all? One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable. It is this everlasting mediocrity that bores me.
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There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.
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Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.
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If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without a remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.
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