Matthew Arnold

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.

God's Wisdom and God's Goodness!--Ah, but fools
Mis-define thee, till God knows them no more.
Wisdom and read more

God's Wisdom and God's Goodness!--Ah, but fools
Mis-define thee, till God knows them no more.
Wisdom and goodness they are God!--what schools
Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore.
This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules:
'Tis in the desert, now and heretofore.

And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once read more

And see all sights from pole to pole, / And glance, and nod, and bustle by; / And never once possess our soul / Before we die.

If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.