From fibers of pain and hope and trouble
And toil and happiness,--one by one,--
Twisted together, or single or double,
The varying thread of our life is spun.
Hope shall cheer though the chain be galling;
Light shall come though the gloom be falling;
Faith will list for the Master calling
Our hearts to his rest,--when the day is done.
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For, he that expects nothing shall not be disappointed, but he that expects much - if he lives and uses read more
For, he that expects nothing shall not be disappointed, but he that expects much - if he lives and uses that in hand day by day - shall be full to running over.
Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
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Cease not to learn until thou cease to live;
Think that day lost wherein thou draw'st no letter,
To make thyself learneder, wiser, better.
[Fr., Jusqu'au cercuil (mon fils) vueilles apprendre,
Et tien perdu le jour qui s'est passe,
Si tu n'y as quelque chose ammasse,
Pour plus scavant et plus sage te rendre.]
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my read more
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip read more
So here hath been dawning
Another blue day;
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?
Out of eternity
This new day is born,
Into eternity
At night will return.
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
For there is no day however beautiful that is not followed by
night.
[Fr., Car il n'est si read more
For there is no day however beautiful that is not followed by
night.
[Fr., Car il n'est si beau jour qui n'amene sa nuit.]
The day are ever divine as to the first Aryans. They are of the
least pretension, and of the read more
The day are ever divine as to the first Aryans. They are of the
least pretension, and of the greatest capacity of anything that
exists. They come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent
from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do
not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?
