For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou
shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
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For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou
shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear:
Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters
that pass away:
And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine
forth, thou shalt be as the morning.

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.

Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.

Every day may not be good... but there's something good in every day.

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more

I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me

I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach
wisdom.

I said, Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach
wisdom.

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing read more

These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an read more

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file,
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
To each they offer gifts after his will,
Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and departed silent. I too late
Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

I will prepare and some day my chance will come.

I will prepare and some day my chance will come.

There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.

There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.