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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's battles through, And say at the end, "The dream is true!"
We are all blind until we see That in the human plan Nothing is worth the making If it does not make the man. Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? We build the world in vain Unless the builders also grow.
For all your days prepare And meet them ever alike; When you are the anvil, bear - When you are the hammer, strike.
Yes, take a little time to play And look at life the other way. God rested when the world was made: Rest now, old friend; be not afraid. But think not that your work is over, That you are now a foot-free rover, A rambler upon idle ways, Whittling away the golden days. For in the road climb to the goal There's no long furlough for a soul. There's no long pause: on every height Another summit swims in sight. The long road rises, scene by scene, With little restings in between. And so I say that every end Is only an unexpected bend In eternal road we go To peaks above from peaks below. The yesterdays are shells we shed: The best is always on ahead. There's always some new world for winning; And every end is a new beginning!
Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In Christ is all the God we know.
He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win; We drew a circle that took him in!
And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
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. There is no true liberty for the individual except as he finds it in the liberty of all. There is no true security for the individual except as he finds it in the security of all.
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory. Let us now commit it to life.
