Like the stars that gem the sky, What is social company But a babbling summer stream? What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream? Only when the sun of love Melts the scattered stars of thought, Only when we live above What the dim-eyed world hath taught, Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth, Which they never drew from earth, We, like parted drops of rain, Swelling till they meet and run, Shall be all absorbed again, Melting, flowing into one. Christopher Pearse Cranch [1813-1892] THE FUTURE WHAT may we take into the vast Forever? Admits no fruit of all our long endeavor, What can we bear beyond the unknown portal? No gold, no gains Of all our toiling: in the life immortal No hoarded wealth remains, Nor gilds, nor stains. The Future ut that far abyss behind us entered here: e with our coming, to remind us at wondrous world was near, hope, no fear. nt, starless Night before us, ked we glide: s mapped the constellations o'er us, comrade at our side, b chart, no guide. 2837 s toward that midnight, black and hollow, ur footsteps fare; ning of a Father's hand we follow His love alone is there, No curse, no care. Edward Rowland Sill [1841-1887] A merry Your sad tires in a mile-a. William Shakespeare [1564-1616] ON A CONTENTED MIND WHEN all is done and said, In the end this shall you find: To deem can be content The body subject is To fickle Fortune's power, And to a million of mishaps Is casual every hour; And Death in time doth change It to a clod of clay; When as the mind, which is divine, Runs never to decay. Companion none is like Unto the mind alone, For many have been harmed by speech, Through thinking, few, or none. leans to Attain Happy Life 2839 ar oftentimes restraineth words, But makes not thoughts to cease; r wealth leaves us at death, he sweetest time of all my life To deem in thinking spent. Thomas Vaux [1510-1556] MESIA'S SONG From "Farewell to Folly " e the thoughts that savor of content, iet mind is richer than a crown, the nights in careless slumber spent, or estate scorns Fortune's angry frown: et content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Jenjoy, when princes oft do miss. ely house that harbors quiet rest, ttage that affords no pride nor care, n that 'grees with country music best, veet consort of mirth and modest fare, life sets down a type of bliss: content both crown and kingdom is. Robert Greene [1560?-1592] : MEANS TO ATTAIN HAPPY LIFE MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The equal friend; no grudge, no strife; RISPOSTA THERE is a jewel which no Indian mines Unknown A CONTENTED MIND I WEIGH not fortune's frown or smile; I quake not at the thunder's crack; |