James Russell Lowell

When I could not sleep for cold
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded with read more

When I could not sleep for cold
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded with roofs of gold
My beautiful castles in Spain!

And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.

Villany reduces those whom it defiles to the same level.

Villany reduces those whom it defiles to the same level.

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my read more

A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity.

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us read more

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
With us was short, and 'twas most meet,
That he should be no delver in earth's clod,
Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet
To stand before his God:
O blest word--Evermore!