I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- A Soul's Tragedy, Act i
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890)
-- A Soul's Tragedy, Act i
Related:
- Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment
of promising is but a mome
and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,--not by his performance... - The militia of these free commonwealths, entitled and accustomed
to their arms, when compared with any possible army, must be
_tremendous and irresistable_.
Who are the militia? _are they not ourselves_. Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms _each man against his own bosom_.... - I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first,
I ask no
but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive... - I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortre
my God; in him will I trust. -- Old Testament -- Psalm xci, 2... - Of what I call God,
And fools call Nature.
-- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- The Ring and the Book, The Pope, Line 1073... - If my soul could get away from this so-called prison.
..I should hover over the beauty of our own bright star.... - Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and du
Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days.... - If my soul could get away from this so-called prison, be granted all the
list of attributes generally bestowed on spirits, my first ramble on
spirit-wings would not be among the volcanoes of the moon.
Nor should I follow the sunbeams to their sources in the sun.... - I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
Thus am I doubly armed
my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me...
