Sir Edwin Arnold KCIE CSI (10 June 1832 – 24 March 1904) was an English poet and journalist, who is most known for his work The Light of Asia.
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each, Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all Where pity is, for pity makes the world Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.
Pity makes the world soft to the weak and noble to the strong.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
There is no caste in blood.
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
Yet who shall shut out Fate?
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.