James Russell Lowell

Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden read more

Our seasons have no fixed returns,
Without our will they come and go;
At noon our sudden summer burns,
Ere sunset all is snow.

Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
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Listen! O, listen!
Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in read more

Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men, sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

Behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God with the shadow, keeping watch above his own.

Behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God with the shadow, keeping watch above his own.