O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret! O first then in all that is human, |
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Is it worthwhile that we jostle a brother, Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worthwhile that we jeer at each other, In blackness of heart — that we war to the knife? God pity us all in our pitiful strife. |
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Each gives to each, and like the star Gets back its gift in tenfold pay. To get and give and give amain |
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I count the columned waves at war With Titan elements; and they, In martial splendor, storm the bar And shake the world, these bits of spray. |
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O star-built bridge, broad milky way! O star-lit, stately, splendid span! If but one star should cease to stay And prop its shoulders to God's plan — The man who lives for self, I say, He lives for neither God nor man. |
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Oh, great is the hero who wins a name, But greater many and many a time Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame, And lets God finish the thought sublime. And great is the man with a sword undrawn, |
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Who now shall accuse and arraign us? What man shall condemn and disown? Since [[Jesus|Christ]] has said only the stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone. |
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All honor to him who shall win the prize, The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries, and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. Give glory and honor and pitiful tears |