Drums of Morning: Inspirational Readings Chiefly from Modern WritersHenry Neumann Little, Brown,, 1926 - 242 pages |
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... thought expressed in noble speech . Wherever such excellence is to be found , whether in old writings or modern , native or foreign , all that is best in us will give it glad welcome . ACKNOWLEDGMENTS For help in preparing this book ...
... thought expressed in noble speech . Wherever such excellence is to be found , whether in old writings or modern , native or foreign , all that is best in us will give it glad welcome . ACKNOWLEDGMENTS For help in preparing this book ...
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... thought of you , Your gentle soul , Your large and quiet kindness ; Ready to caution and console , And , with an almost blindness To what was mean and low . Baseness you never knew ; You could not think that falsehood was untrue , Nor ...
... thought of you , Your gentle soul , Your large and quiet kindness ; Ready to caution and console , And , with an almost blindness To what was mean and low . Baseness you never knew ; You could not think that falsehood was untrue , Nor ...
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... thought of you . . . And it was like a great wind blowing Over confused and poisonous places . It was like sterile spaces Crowded with birds and grasses , soaked clear through With sunlight , quiet and vast and clean . And it was ...
... thought of you . . . And it was like a great wind blowing Over confused and poisonous places . It was like sterile spaces Crowded with birds and grasses , soaked clear through With sunlight , quiet and vast and clean . And it was ...
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... thoughts and lonely prayers . Yet haply all around lie strewed The ashes of that multitude ; It may be that each day we tread Where thus devoted hearts have bled ; And the young flowers our children sow Take root in holy dust below ...
... thoughts and lonely prayers . Yet haply all around lie strewed The ashes of that multitude ; It may be that each day we tread Where thus devoted hearts have bled ; And the young flowers our children sow Take root in holy dust below ...
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... Thought , The Thought that is ever master Of iron and steam and steel , That rises above disaster And tramples it under heel ! The drudge may fret and tinker Or labor with dusty blows , But back of him stands the Thinker , The clear ...
... Thought , The Thought that is ever master Of iron and steam and steel , That rises above disaster And tramples it under heel ! The drudge may fret and tinker Or labor with dusty blows , But back of him stands the Thinker , The clear ...
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Page 131 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and .all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Page 56 - 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.
Page 52 - I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the...
Page 187 - IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting, too...
Page 170 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Page 195 - I would be true, for there are those who trust me ; I would be pure, for there are those who care ; I would be strong, for there is much to suffer; I would be brave, for there is much to dare.
Page 66 - All the past we leave behind, We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers! We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Page 155 - THE DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
Page 155 - T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye. " Thou art my tropics and mine Italy ; To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime ; The eyes thou givest me Are in the heart, and heed not space or time : Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee Feels a more summer-like, warm ravishment In the white lily's breezy tent, His conquered Sybaris, than...
Page 29 - The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth. Till one arose and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of