EDWIN ARNOLD

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

There is no caste in blood.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.

Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.

The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.

Like a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main, Another plank encountered, Meets, touches, parts again; So tossed, and drifting ever, On life's unresting sea, Men meet, and greet, and sever, Parting eternally.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.

Yet who shall shut out Fate?

Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.

Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.