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
stars acceptance men
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
mothers-day mom motherhood
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.
pain poverty spirit
The worst effect of sin is within and is manifest not in poverty, and pain, and bodily defacement, but in the discrowned faculties, the unworthy love, the low ideal, the brutalized and enslaved spirit.
faith logical thread
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
adversity fate cups
It is a great thing, when our Gethsemane hours come, when the cup of bitterness is pressed to our lips ... to feel that it is not fate, that it is not necessity, but divine love for good ends working upon us.
men evil cures
In the history of man it has been very generally the case that when evils have grown insufferable they have touched the point of cure.
men shoes heaven
Many a man who might walk over burning ploughshares into heaven stumbles from the path because there is gravel in his shoes.
self world martyr
There are daily martyrdoms occurring of more or less self-abnegation, and of which the world knows nothing.
despair depth reckless
Gaiety is often the reckless ripple over depths of despair.
stars moon light
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars ... It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.
devil doe would-be
The devil has been painted swarthy, cloven-footed, horned, and hideous. Do we expect to see him in that shape? O, surely it would be better for us, if he did come in that shape! The trouble is the devil never does come in that shape. He comes by chance, with unregistered signals, and in all sorts of counterfeit presentiments.
death dust soul
It is not death to have the body called back to the earth, and dissolved into its kindred elements, and mouldered to dust, and, it may be, turn to daisies, in the grave. But it is death to have the soul paralyzed, its inner life quenched, its faculties dissipated; that is death.
death men forget
For soon, very soon do men forget Their friends upon whom Death's seal is set.
indulge-in gentleman vices
Profaneness is a brutal vice. He who indulges in it is no gentleman.