Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control <br />That o'er thee swell and throng;-- <br />They will condense within thy soul, <br />And change to purpose strong. <br /> <br />But he who lets his feelings run <br />In soft luxurious flow, <br />Shrinks when hard service must be done, <br />And faints at every woe. <br /> <br />Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, <br />Where hearts and wills are weighed, <br />Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, <br />Which bloom their hour, and fade.<br /><br />John Henry Newman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-without-fruit/
