Park Benjamin, Sr. Quotes

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The mountain rill
Seeks with no surer flow the far bright sea,
Than my unchang'd affections flow to thee.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Gold! gold! in all ages the curse of mankind,
Thy fetters are forged for the soul and the mind.
The limbs may be free as the wings of a bird,
And the mind be the slave of a look and a word.
To gain thee men barter, eternity's crown,
Yield honour, affection, and lasting renown.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
He loved his kind, but sought the love of few,
And valued old opinions more than new.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
I'm king of the dead—and I make my throne
On a monument slab of marble cold;
And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold:
Come they from cottage or come they from hall,
Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all!
Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin—
I gather them in, I gather them in!

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Pure and undimmed, thy angel smile
Is mirrored on my dreams,
Like evening's sunset-girded isle
Upon her shadowed streams:
And o'er my thoughts thy vision floats,
Like melody of spring-bird, notes;
When the blue halcyon gently laves
His plumage in the flashing waves.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Triumph not, O Time! strong towers decay, but a great name shall never pass away.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Press on! there's no such word as fail!
Press nobly on! the goal is near,—
Ascend the mountain! breast the gale!
Look upward, onward,—never fear!
Why shouldst thou faint? Heaven smiles above,
Though storm and vapor intervene;
That sun shines on, whose name is Love,
Serenely o'er Life's shadow'd scene.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love—strong love, that never can decay!

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Press on! If Fortune play thee false
To-day, tomorrow she'll be true;
Whom now she sinks she now exalts,
Taking old gifts and granting new,
The wisdom of the present hour
Makes up the follies past and gone;
To weakness, strength succeeds, and power
From frailty springs! Press on, press on!

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Nigh to a grave that was newly made,
Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
But then to part! to part when Time
Has wreathed his tireless wing with flowers,
And spread the richness of a clime
Of fairy o'er this land of ours;
When glistening leaves and shaded streams
In the soft light of Autumn lay,
And, like the music of our dreams,
The viewless breezes seemed to stray—
'T was bitter then to rend the heart
With the sad thought that we must part;
And, like some low and mournful spell,
To whisper but one word—farewell!

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Great faith it needs, according to my view,
To trust in that which never could be true.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
There are in life real evils enough, and it is folly to afflict ourselves with imaginary ones; it is time enough when the real ones arrive.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
The art of getting riches consists very much in thrift. All men are not equally qualified for getting money, but it is in the power of every one alike to practice this virtue.

Park Benjamin, Sr.
Man and woman have each of them qualities and tempers in which the other is deficient, and which in union contribute to the common felicity.

Park Benjamin, Sr.