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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.

William Cowper

Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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Good Grow Living Lying Quality Sanctuary Sick Solitude
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not color’d like his own, and having pow’r T’ enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
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Color Enforce Fellow Find Guilty Power Skin Slavery Wrong
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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Hand Rock Spring Tree
The still small voice is wanted.
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Still Voice Want Wanted
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Friend Grant Loneliness Pas Retreat Solitude Sweet Whisper
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
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Compassion Dismiss God Heart Men
What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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Acknowledge Admire Advance May Other Praise Worth
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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Care Done Lying Most Night Safely Tomorrow Trouble
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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Book Seldom Spell
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
WILLIAM COWPER

Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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Blessing Cloud Courage Fearful Saint Take
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
WILLIAM COWPER

Carry Effect Further Get God Honor Impute Key Medicine Recovery Rob Say Well
Still ending, and beginning still.
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Beginning End Life Still
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ceaseless Corrosion Divide Joy Know May Passionate Temper
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ease Mean Modesty Please Press Remember Still
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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Begin Breathe Sight Spirit Upon World

Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.

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