When steam first began to pump and wheels go round at so many revolutions per minute, what are called business habits were intended to make the life of man run in harmony with the steam engine, and his movement rival the train in punctuality.
When steam first began to pump and wheels go round at so many revolutions per minute, what are called business habits were intended to make the life of man run in harmony with the steam engine, and his movement rival the train in punctuality.
A friend I greet
In each flower and tree and wind-
Oh, but life is sweet, is sweet!
All the dewy tender breath
Idly falls when life is done
On the starless brow of death.
So your life was like a sphere's:
One side, all aglow, meets day,
And the other turned away,
Icy-strange and cold appears,
Overhung with starry tears.
And behind it hosts supernal
Guarding the lost paradise,
And the tree of life eternal
From the weeping human eyes.
I think that in the coming time
The hearts and hopes of men
The mountain tops of life shall climb,
The gods return again.
The warmth of life is quenched with bitter frost;
Upon the lonely road a child limps by
Skirting the frozen pools: our way is lost:
Our hearts sink utterly.
As within the quiet waters passing,
Sun and moon and stars we view,
So the loveliness of life is glassing,
Child, in you.
When in their councils over all
Men set the power that sells and buys,
Be sure the price of life will fall,
Death be more precious in our eyes.
We must rise or we must fall:
Love can know no middle way:
If the great life do not call,
Then is sadness and decay.
Your tree of life put forth these flowers
In ages past away:
They had the love in other hours
I give to you to-day.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories