It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.
Arthur Hugh CloughIn front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.
Arthur Hugh CloughMy wind is turned to bitter north, That was so soft a south before; My sky, that shone so sunny bright, With foggy gloom is clouded o'er My gay green leaves are yellow-black, Upon the dank autumnal floor; For love, departed once, comes back No more again, no more.
Arthur Hugh CloughThe highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.
Arthur Hugh CloughAction will furnish belief,-but will that belief be the true one? This is the point, you know.
Arthur Hugh CloughFor while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!
Arthur Hugh Clough