![]() Work that is glad, in what it does and brings; And faith that soars upon unwearied wings. Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith -- these three alone are great. |
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![]() That passionate Love is Pain's own mother. |
![]() Hold often less of life, in its best sense, Than just a twelvemonth lived by other men, Whose high-strung souls are ardent and intense. |
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![]() The waters of love for relieving The sorrows of men. |
![]() And God shall hear your words and make them true. |
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![]() She found an ever-flowing spring Of happiness in everything. |
![]() Why, men have lived to see a hundred years, Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strife Of my brief youth, its passion and its tears. |
![]() Of wrong, ere choosing right; We should not call those years a waste Which led us to the light. |
![]() I know not her name, but I echo her cry, For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep, The baby that rode to its long-lasting sleep In the little white hearse that went rumbling by. |
![]() But no man can help you die. |
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