| They shall not grow old, as we are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. --------------------- Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done? -------------------- It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is best to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new. -------------------- He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. He who the ox to wrath has moved Shall never be by woman loved. --------------------- I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. ----------------------- The rain, it raineth on the just And also on the unjust fella: But chiefly on the just, because The unjust steals the just�s umbrella. ----------------- But when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. ------------------ Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o�er the fatal truth, The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life. ------------------ I wept as i remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking, and sent him down the sky. ----------------------- Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th� approaches of the last. ---------------- And blood in torrents pours In vain - always in vain, For war breeds war again. --------------------- It is the logic of our times, No subject for immortal verse - That we who lived by honest dreams Defend the bad against the worse. ------------------ Sad winds where your voice was; Tears, tears where my heart was; And ever with me, Child, ever with me, Silence where hope was. ------------------------ What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot - The opening of a Door. ----------------------- SUCCESS Success is counted sweetest By those who ne�er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. --------------------- They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. |