I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away, Weep not for golden ages on the wane ! Each night I burn the records of the day, — At sunrise... The American Missionary - Página 1991918Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1912 - 350 páginas
...wane ! Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped. To vanished joys...deaf and dumb ; My judgments seal the dead past with the dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ;... | |
| 1909 - 738 páginas
...ages on the wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend ray arm to all who say " I can." No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be... | |
| 1912 - 586 páginas
...of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again 1 Laugh like a boy at splendors that have fled; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I_lend my arm to all who say "I can." Xo shame-faced... | |
| 1914 - 528 páginas
...the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished joys...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. — Judge Walter Malone. HEREIN IS LOVE Herein is love; to lift another's cross, To give away the gold... | |
| Roady Kenehan - 1912 - 652 páginas
...wane; Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again ! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I can !" No shamed- faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise and be again a man. Dost thou behold thy... | |
| 1908 - 840 páginas
...like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanish joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments sea1 the dead past with its dead. But never bind a moment...Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; Í lend my arm to all who say "t can." No shame-faced outcast ever sank so deep But yet might rise... | |
| 1905 - 548 páginas
...wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...with its dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all who say " I can !" No shamefaced... | |
| 1909 - 270 páginas
...the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say: "lean." No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep But he might rise and be again a man. — Walter Malone... | |
| Bertha Johnston, E. Lyell Earle - 1906 - 668 páginas
...wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I can!" No shamefaced... | |
| Henry Frank - 1908 - 280 páginas
...we can conjure them if we wish, even when clouds hang low and life seems uninviting. " Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished joys...with its dead; But never bind a moment yet to come." This is the voice of Opportunity that reason and commonsense conjure from the universal experience... | |
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