There is a destiny That makes us brothers None goes his way alone All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
When man to man shall be friend and brother.
All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own
Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-When you are the hammer, strike.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.
Fight ever on: this earthly stuff if used God's way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend fight out life's battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, with what his comrade flung away.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
He fed his spirit with the bread of books
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
I will find you there where our low life heightens, Where the door of the Wonder again unbars, Where the old love lures and the old fire whitens, In the Stars behind the stars.
Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of Eternity?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look; Time's tragedy is in the aching stoop; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed, Plundered, profaned, and disinherited, Cries protest to the Powers that made the world. A protest that is also a prophecy.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
So I go to the long adventure, lifting My face to the far, mysterious goals, To the last assize, to the final sifting Of gods and stars and souls.