“Now don’t, Georgie, dear! You know I shall like whatever you choose. What have you opened upon now?”
“These are only couplets—favorites of mine, rather. How do you like this, Dulcie?—
“Things earthly we must know ere love them; ’tis alone
Things heavenly that must be first loved and after known.”
“To see the face of God, this makes the joy of heaven;
The purer then the eye, the more joy will be given.”
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“When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone,
Which must be shaped or else aside as useless thrown.”
“I don’t like that,” said Dulcibel. “Why, Georgie, it sounds as if one ought to wish for trouble.”