Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
Pity and need
Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Who doth right deeds
Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
The sunbeams dropped
Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and read more
The sunbeams dropped
Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,
As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.
The royal kingcup bold
Dares not don his coat of gold.
The royal kingcup bold
Dares not don his coat of gold.
