Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers.

- Kenneth Rand

And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away.

- Kenneth Rand

Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win.

- Kenneth Rand

Love is a jeering mime.

- Kenneth Rand

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!

- Kenneth Rand

Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill.

- Kenneth Rand

God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn.

- Kenneth Rand

The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an e…

- Kenneth Rand