ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS

He Prayeth Best Who Lovefh Best

OWsDM^o^GumT ! thu soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea :
So lonely twos, that God Himself
Scarce seamed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
Tis sweeter far to me^
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company I
To walk together to the kirkf
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And yotiths and maidens gay!
Farewell, farewell! but thu I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeili be$t9 who loveth best
All things both great and small:
For the dear God who loveth usy
He mack and loveih all.
The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone ; and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.
He went like one that hath been stunned.
And is of sense forlorn :
A sadder and a wiser man,
He was the morrow morn.

Last Words of The Ancient Mariner,
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All is Still as Death

This scene in the aisle of a temple, described in Congreoe's Mourning
Bride* was declared by Dr Johnson to be the best description he had ever read*
ILL is hushed, and still as death—tis dreadful!

How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads
To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof,
By its own weight made steadfast and immovable,
Looking tranquillity 1 It strikes an awe
And terror on my aching sight; the tombs
And monumental caves of death look cold,
And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.

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