James Russell Lowell

He seemed a cherub who had lost his way
And wandered hither, so his stay
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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!

He puts his boot on his head, and his foot in his helmet.

He puts his boot on his head, and his foot in his helmet.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

Great things rush to the destruction of each other.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.

For there's nothing we read of in torture's inventions,
Like a well-meaning dunce, with the best of intentions.