What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.
James Russell LowellOnce to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
James Russell LowellSuddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.
James Russell Lowell