Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . 2—1 To an Old Man For thee thy race is run;All has been said or done,Thou hast the Victors crown,Or—thou hast none. Or stand forgotten,Thy wreath no longer green;Or crowned, thy crownAs yet—unseen. Better so, than seen by flashesClothed in sackcloth and in ashes. [138] Digitized by Microsoft®. ^ Bitter-Sweet Nature for her sweetest dish Prepares a bitter sauce, For what appears a present gain Turns out a future loss, As when the toiler once set free Turns out to be a Boss. Here an old maxim comes in neat—Accept the Bitter with the not
Doubt and other things, verse and illustrations . 2—1 To an Old Man For thee thy race is run;All has been said or done,Thou hast the Victors crown,Or—thou hast none. Or stand forgotten,Thy wreath no longer green;Or crowned, thy crownAs yet—unseen. Better so, than seen by flashesClothed in sackcloth and in ashes. [138] Digitized by Microsoft®. ^ Bitter-Sweet Nature for her sweetest dish Prepares a bitter sauce, For what appears a present gain Turns out a future loss, As when the toiler once set free Turns out to be a Boss. Here an old maxim comes in neat—Accept the Bitter with the not Doubt ask Is this a Law?Or is it but an ancient Saw?No ancient Saw—Omans daily meatBy a stern Law is—Bitter-Sweet. [139] Digitized by Microsoft® Hermits Hermits we know as mild old menSitting by caves or purling brooks,Engaged in prayer or telling beads,Observing skulls or reading food, they say, is brought each dayTo them by ravens or pious rooks. Were never told of all those othersWho fled the world their souls to poor wandering half-crazed brothersWho found in the desert but a always the blessed ones who sawThe Heavens opening to their eyesAnd Angels bright, with crowns and songsWelcoming them to paradise.
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