Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
Edwin Hubbell Chapinwas an American preacher and editor of the Christian Leader. He was also a poet, responsible for the poem Burial at Sea, which was the origin of a famous folk song, Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionClergyman
CountryUnited States of America
eden victory example
We have not the innocence of Eden; but by God's help and Christ's example we may have the victory of Gethsemane.
spring men long
Man gains wider dominion by his intellect than by his right arm. The mustard-seed of thought is a pregnant treasury of vast results. Like the germ in the Egyptian tombs its vitality never perishes; and its fruit will spring up after it has been buried for long ages.
sublime sorrow christianity
Christianity has made martyrdom sublime, and sorrow triumphant.
mercy whole one-word
Mercy. That is the gospel. The whole of it in one word.
men looks doing-nothing
Is there anything so wretched as to look at a man of fine abilities doing nothing?
wish may might
The conservative may clamor against reform, but he might as well clamor against the centrifugal force. He sighs for the "good old times,"--he might as well wish the oak back into the acorn.
looks world saws
Christ saw much in this world to weep over, and much to pray over; but He saw nothing in it to look upon with contempt.
giving coins bills
It is as bad to clip conscience as to clip coin; it is as bad to give a counterfeit statement as a counterfeit bill.
truth inspiration gymnastics
The excellence and inspiration of truth is in the pursuit, not in the mere having of it. The pursuit of all truth is a kind of gymnastics; a man swings from one truth with higher strength to gain another. The continual glory is the possibility opening before us.
thinking deceit misery
There is less misery in being cheated than in that kind of wisdom which perceives, or thinks it perceives, that all mankind are cheats.
men shells littles
A man that simply loads himself down with possessions of which he has no actual need, when he dies slips out of them--as a little insect might slip out of some parasite shell into which it has ensconced itself--into the grave, and is forgotten.
nature sleep dust
Nature satisfies my thirst; it feeds my hunger; it finds me clothing; it affords me shelter; it wraps me around when I sleep with beneficent and watchful care; and it takes me at last to its great bosom, where my ashes mingle with their kindred dust.
flower future past
The golden age is not in the past, but in the future; not in the origin of human experience, but in its consummate flower; not opening in Eden, but out from Gethsemane.
flower genius human-nature
The highest genius never flowers in satire, but culminates in sympathy with that which is best in human nature, and appeals to it.