Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 56 of 83 (67%)
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Not till thy will, thy courage, and thy strength
Have done their utmost, and thy love has flowed In pity and compassion, out to all (The worthless, the ungrateful, and the weak, As well as to the worthy and the strong) Canst thou receive invisible support. Do first thy part, and all of it, before Asking the helpers to do aught for thee. For this alone the Universe exists, That man may find himself is Destiny. NIRVANA A drop of water risen from the ocean Forgot its cause, and spake with deep emotion Unto a passing breeze. 'How desolate And all forlorn is my unhappy fate. I know not whence I came, or where I go. Scorched by the sun, or chilled by winds that blow, I dwell in space a little time, then pass Out into the night and nothingness--alas!' 'Nay,' quoth the breeze, 'my friend, that cannot be. Thou dost reflect the Universe to me. Look at thine own true self, and there behold A world of light, all scintillant with gold.' |
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