“So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.” LittlesWarEndsBodyBeautifulFormLyingForceMemoriesDarknessWiseRocksPlanetsKingsStriveBreatheYour BodyBitterGentleIslandsObscureStrifeComrade Book:Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919) Source: Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919)
“Be ever gentle with the children God has given you; watch over them constantly; reprove them earnestly, but not in anger. In the forcible language of Scripture, "Be not bitter against them." "Yes, they are good boys," I once heard a kind father say. "I talk to them very much, but do not like to beat my, children--the world will beat them." It was a beautiful thought not elegantly expressed.” WorldKindChildrenBeautifulFatherLanguageGivenBoysWatchesHeardBeatsScriptureBitterGentleMy ChildrenGood BoyBeautiful Thoughts Author:Elihu Burritt