Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney Quotes

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Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
So the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Think gently of the erring:
Ye know not of the power
With which the dark temptation came
In some unguarded hour.
Ye may not know how earnestly
They struggled, or how well,
Until the hour of weakness came,
And sadly thus they fell.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Speak gently to the erring:
For is it not enough
That innocence and peace have gone,
Without thy censure rough?

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Speak kindly to the erring;
Thou yet may'st lead them back,
With holy words and tones of love,
From misery's thorny track.
Forget not thou hast often sinned.
And sinful yet must be;
Deal gently with the erring one,
As God hath dealt with thee.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
How near another's heart we oft may stand,
Yet all unknowing what we fain would know
Its heights of joy, its depths of bitter woe,
As, wrecked upon some desert island's strand,
They watch our white sails near and nearer grow;
Then we, who for their rescue death would dare,
Unheeding pass, and leave them to despair.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love
Help to make earth happy
Like the heavens above.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney
How oft the word which we would gladly speak
Might be, unto some darkly groping soul,
The key to bid doubt's massive doors unroll,
The free winds' breath upon the prisoner's cheek,
Or. to the hungry heart, sweet pity's dole!
We hurry on, nor know that they are near,
As passed Evangeline the one so dear.

Julia Abigail Fletcher Carney