So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
Ralph Waldo EmersonSo nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe mind does not create what it perceives, any more than the eye creates the rose.
Ralph Waldo Emerson