Edwin Arnold

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.

Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.

What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
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What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!

The Dewdrop slips into the shining sea!

The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
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The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
Meaning to make such music as shall save.
Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,
My strength is waned now that my need is most;
Would that I had such help as man must have,
For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.