“Waiting” by John Burroughs
WaitingSerene, I fold my hands and wait,Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,For lo! my own shall …
WaitingSerene, I fold my hands and wait,Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,For lo! my own shall …
One ship drives east, and another westWith the self-same winds that blow;‘Tis the set of the sailsAnd not the galesThat decides the way to go.Like …
Though victory’s proof of the skill you possess, Defeat is the proof of your grit; A weakling can smile in his days of success, But …
To live as gently as I can; To be, no matter where, a man; To take what comes of good or ill And cling to …
One day, in ages dark and dim, A toiler, weary, worn and faint, Who found his task too much for him, Gave voice unto a …
It’s the dull road that leads to the gay road; The practice that leads to success; The work road that leads to the play road; …
I sink my piers to the solid rock, And I send my steel to the sky, And I pile up the granite, block by block …
There’s one that I once loved so much I am no more the same. I give thanks for that transforming touch. I tell you not …
Who loves the rain And loves his home, And looks on life with quiet eyes, Him will I follow through the storm; And at his …
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll …