Maxioms by Edwin Arnold
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
A little rain will fill
The lily's cup which hardly moists the field.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
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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.
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.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
