You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.
If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world