Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!" “But no living man am I!
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.
There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend's Sister.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed, Blown in the open mead? Or to the lute give heed In the green bowers.
Christ wants not nibblers of the possible, but grabbers of the impossible, by faith in the omnipotence, fidelity, and wisdom of the Almighty Saviour Who gave the command. Is there a wall in our path? By our God we will leap over it! Are there lions and scorpions in our way? We will trample them under our feet! Does a mountain bar our progress? Saying, 'Be thou cast into the sea,' we will march on. Soldiers of Jesus! Never surrender!
We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still: We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
Thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love.
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Pride thyself on what virtue thou hast, and not on thy parentage.
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
It is the daily; it is the small; it is the cumulative injuries of little people that we are here to protect. . . . If we are able to keep our democracy, there must be once commandment: THOU SHALT NOT RATION JUSTICE.
Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
When thou art above measure angry, bethink thee how momentary is man's life.
Here halt, I pray you, make a little stay. O wayfarer, to read what I have writ, And know by my fate what thy fate shall be. What thou art now, so shall thou be. The world's delight I followed with a heart Unsatisfied: ashes am I, and dust.
Severally on the occasion of everything that thou doest, pause and ask thyself, if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives thee of this.
Why, thou owest god a death.