Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chatted all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow, And ne'er word said she But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me.
Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do the best to climb, and get to him.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories