Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,Young voices sing;Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round,For lo! 't is Spring!Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,And Love revives again.
Life-Music, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
The wind that sighs before the dawnChases the gloom of night,The curtains of the East are drawn,And suddenly—'t is light.Lewis Morris
The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.Lewis Morris
Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.Lewis Morris
The victories of RightAre born of strife.There were no Day were there no Night,Nor, without dying, Life.Lewis Morris
The world still needsIts champion as of old, and finds him still.Lewis Morris
Call no faith false which e'er hath broughtRelief to any laden life,Cessation to the pain of thought,Refreshment mid the dust of strife.Lewis Morris
Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords begetDivinest harmonies.Lewis Morris
The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.Lewis Morris
How far high failure overleaps the bound Of low successes.Lewis Morris
Knowledge is the hill which few may wish to climb; Duty is the path that all may tread.Lewis Morris