The king can drink the best of wine —So can I;And has enough when he would dine —So have I;And can not order rain or shine —Nor can I.Then where’s the difference — let me see —Betwixt my lord the king and me?
Charles MackayIf happy I and wretched he,Perhaps the king would change with me.
Charles MackayCleon hath a million acres,— ne’er a one have I;Cleon dwelleth in a palace, — in a cottage I.
Charles MackayAid the dawning, tongue and pen;Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Charles MackaySome love to roam o’er the dark sea’s foam,Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Charles MackayOld Tubal Cain was a man of mightIn the days when earth was young.
Charles MackayThe smallest effort is not lost,Each wavelet on the ocean tostAids in the ebb-tide or the flow;Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow;Each struggle lessens human woe.
Charles MackayAid the dawning, tongue and pen: Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Charles MackayOf all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.
Charles MackayThe smallest effort is not lost, Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow; Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow; Each struggle lessens human woe.
Charles MackayAnd he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
Charles MackayTell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?
Charles MackayThere is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise.
Charles MackayCleon hath ten thousand acres, Ne'er a one have I; Cleon dwelleth in a palace, In a cottage I.
Charles MackaySome love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Charles MackayWater is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.
Charles MackayAnd he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
Charles MackayBut the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the Truth shall ever come uppermost, And Justice shall be done.
Charles MackayWar in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; Wait a little longer.
Charles Mackay"What dost thou see, lone watcher on the towerIs the day breaking? comes the wish'd-for hour?Tell us the signs, and stretch abroad thy handIf the bright morning dawns upon the land.""The stars are clear above me, scarcely oneHas dimm'd its rays in reverence to the sun;But yet I see, on the horizon's verge,Some fair, faint streaks, as if the light would surge."
Charles Mackay