[Zopexmlmethods-devel] The veering sound of bells; So day and night, oh

[Dardy <ent...@br...>]

Ep the mind at brood On life's deep meaning, nature's altitude Of
loveliness, and time's mysterious ways; At every thought and deed to
clear the haze Out of our eyes, considering only this, What man, what
life, what love, what beauty is, This is to live, and win the final
praise. Though strife, ill fortune and harsh human need Beat down the
soul, at moments blind and dumb With agony; yet, patience--there shall
come Many great voices from life's outer sea, Hours of strange triumph,
and, when few men heed, Murmurs and glimpses of eternity. GENTLENESS.
Blind multitudes that jar confusedly At strife, earth's children, will
ye never rest From toils made hateful here, and dawns distressed With
ravelling self-engendered misery? And will ye never know, till sleep
shall see Your graves, how dreadful and how dark indeed Are pride,
self-will, and blind-voiced anger, greed, And malice with its subtle
cruelty? How beautiful is gentleness, whose face Like April sunshine, or
the summer rain, Swells everywhere the buds of generous thought? So
easy, and so sweet it is; its grace Smoothes out so soon the tangled
knots of pain. Can ye not learn it? will ye not be taught? A PRAYER. Oh
earth, oh dewy mother, breathe on us Something of all thy beauty and thy
might, Us that are part of day, but most of night, Not strong like thee,
but ever burdened thus With glooms and cares, things pale and dolorous
Whose gladest moments are not wholly bright; Something of all thy
freshness and thy light, Oh earth, oh mighty mother, breathe on us. Oh
mother, who wast long before