In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembling hands, A spirit who must choose One, and one refuse.
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men. - Richard Watson Gilder
Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
- Richard Watson Gilder
Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart. - Richard Watson Gilder
Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart.
Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes of man, Conflict and pain, an… - Richard Watson Gilder
Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes of man, Conflict and pain, an…
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! Wha… - Richard Watson Gilder
We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! Wha…
In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembli… - Richard Watson Gilder
In Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; While lo! before them stands, With pale and trembli…
A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage. - Richard Watson Gilder
A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage.
What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-- Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All like are ric… - Richard Watson Gilder
What if thou be saint or sinner, Crooked gray-beard, straight beginner,-- Empty paunch, or jolly dinner, When Death thee shall call. All like are ric…
Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes. - Richard Watson Gilder
Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes.
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly win… - Richard Watson Gilder
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly win…
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