As o'er the stormy sea of human Life We sail, until our anchor'd spirits rest In the far haven of Eternity.
Robert Montgomery...but when The Spirit speaks,โor beauty from the sky Descends into my being,โwhen I hear The storm-hymns of the mighty ocean roll, Or thunder sound,โthe champion of the storm!โ Then I feel envy for immortal words, The rush of living thought; oh! then I long To dash my feelings into deathless verse, That may administer to unborn time, And tell some lofty soul how I have lived A worshipper of Nature and of Thee!
Robert MontgomeryA universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind!
Robert MontgomeryThe flood will lift the ghosts from the Hollywood lawn cemetery and they will disappear like ether in the now dead air. All the names will be erased from the billboards and the theatres and the piers and the magazines and the monuments. You live by myths of immortality, and your myths are not safe.
Robert Montgomery