8/7/2019 Poems From Some1
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NEVER QUIT
When things go wrong; as they sometimes will,When the road youre
trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to
smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must, but dont
you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,And many a fellow turns
about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.Dont give up though
the pace seems slow,
You might succeed with another blow,
Often the goal is nearer than,It seems to a faint and faltering
man;Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victors cup;And he learned too
late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,And you never can tell
how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;So stick to the fight when
youre hardest hit,Its when things seem the worst that you must not
quit
8/7/2019 Poems From Some1
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WE ARE MADE ONE WITH WHAT WE
TOUCH AND SEE
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,With our heart's
blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is
change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great life throbs through earth's giant heart,And
mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we are partOf every rock and
bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we
kill
One sacrament are consecrate, the earthNot we alone hath
passions hymeneal,The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not le ss realThan we do, when in
some freshblossoming woodWe draw the spring into our hearts, and
feel that life is good
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned earth less fair,That we are nature's
heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?Rather new suns
across the sky shall pass,New splendour come unto the flower, new
glory to the grass.
And we two lovers shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded starShoot arrows at our
pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,And through all Aeons mix and
mingle with the Kosmic Soul!.
We shall be notes in that great SymphonyWhose cadence circles
through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World's throbbing heart shall beOne with our
heart, the stealthy creeping years
