They drew a line that shut me out,
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout!
But love and I had the wit to win
We drew a circle and brought them in.
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In!
Mots clés friend love poem wit heretic rebel
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Edwin MarkhamThe sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.
Edwin MarkhamMots clés sequoias
There is a destiny that makes us brother. None goes his way alone. All that we wend into the lives of others, comes back into our own.
Edwin MarkhamFor all your years prepare,
And meet them ever alike;
When you are the anvil, bear--
When you are the hammer, strike.
He fed his spirit with the bread of books
Edwin MarkhamFight ever on: this earthly stuff
If used God’s way will be enough.
Face to the firing line o friend
Fight out life’s battle to the end.
One soldier, when the fight was red,
Threw down his broken sword and fled.
Another snatched it, won the day,
With what his comrade flung away.
Mots clés persistence inspiration warfare
For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-When you are the hammer, strike.
Edwin MarkhamMots clés wings-of-fire
Choices are the hinges of destiny
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