The quivering flesh, though torture-torn, may live, but souls, once deeply wounded, heal no more. Ebenezer Elliott More Quotes by Ebenezer Elliott More Quotes From Ebenezer Elliott Life is short, and time is swift; Ebenezer Elliott shadow rose life Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush. Ebenezer Elliott toil work inspire What is a Communist? One who hath yearnings For equal division of unequal earnings, Idler or bungler, or both, he is willing, To fork out his copper and pocket your shilling. Ebenezer Elliott idlers pockets earning Again the violet of our early days Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun, And kindles into fragrance at his blaze. Ebenezer Elliott azure golden violet Almighty Father! let thy lowly child, Ebenezer Elliott strong prayer children Things of today? Deeds which are harvest for Eternity! Ebenezer Elliott eternity deeds today Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands. Ebenezer Elliott uplifting heaven hands If't were not for my cat and dog, I think I could not live. Ebenezer Elliott cat dog thinking God said,--"Let there be light!" Ebenezer Elliott light blue clouds Stern fate and time Will have their victims; and the best die first, Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime, To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst. Ebenezer Elliott fate strong past The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done, Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run. Ebenezer Elliott done winter running Written in support of abolishing the Corn Laws, it became Elliott's most famous poem. The Peoples Anthem When wilt thou save the people Oh, God of mercy! When? Not kings and lords, but nations! Not thrones and crowns, but men! Flowers of thy heart, of God they are. Let them not pass like weeds, away Their heritage a sunless day! God save the people! When wilt thou save the people? Oh, God of mercy! When? The people Lord the people! Not thrones and crowns, but men! God save the people! Thine they are, Thy children, as thy angels fair, Save them from bondage and despair. God save the people! Ebenezer Elliott weed kings children Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend Ebenezer Elliott home sleep art