Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.
Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.
The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.
They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.
Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.