![]() Of looking at them lent a grace To things the world deemed commonplace. |
![]() Without your woes. No path is wholly rough. |
![]() Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping on that minor chord, disease. |
![]() There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow. |
![]() The offspring of a deathless Soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene. |
![]() Is dwarfed in sympathy before its close. The life that grows majestic with the years Must taste the bitter tonic found in tears. |
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![]() Confronts the dam and precipice, Yet knows it cannot fail or miss; You will be what you will to be! |
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![]() Are the people who lift and the people who lean. |
![]() Not a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love for life, and the world, and the Giver. |
![]() To her own door what thousands sought In wandering ways and did not find - Diversion and content of mind. |
![]() But better flowers are growing at your feet. If you crush, or pass unheeding, idle friend, You shall answer for their ruin in the end. |
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