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Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity These are its sign and note and character.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life’s business being just the terrible choice.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious men still climb and climb, with great labor, and incessant anxiety, but never reach the top.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?