With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden WaysShe dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye!—Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.