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All things journey: sun and moon,
Morning, noon, and afternoon,
Night and all her stars;
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All things journey: sun and moon,
Morning, noon, and afternoon,
Night and all her stars;
'Twixt the east and western bars
Round they journey,
Come and go!
We go with them!
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give read more
That in our proper motion we ascend
Up to our native seat; descent and fall
To give us is adverse.
What we call "progress " is the exchange of one nuisance for
another nuisance.
What we call "progress " is the exchange of one nuisance for
another nuisance.
The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.
The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.
Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
And do the best to climb, and get to him.
Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral
with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution read more
Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral
with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and
dissolution.
And striving to be Man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
And striving to be Man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
I have seen that Man moves over with each new generation into a
bigger body, more awful, more reverent read more
I have seen that Man moves over with each new generation into a
bigger body, more awful, more reverent and more free than he has
had before.
What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral read more
What is art
But life upon the larger scale, the higher,
When, graduating up in a spiral line
Of still expanding and ascending gyres,
It pushed toward the intense significance
Of all things, hungry for the Infinite?
Art's life--and where we live, we suffer and toil.