 At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb: My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands...  The Mastery of Mind in the Making of a Man - Page 233by Henry Frank - 1908 - 239 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1912 - 350 pages
...ages on the wane ! Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped. To vanished...deaf and dumb ; My judgments seal the dead past with the dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ;... | |
 | 1918 - 758 pages
...wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day, At Sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like u boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished joys...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say: 'I can'. No shamefaced... | |
 | 1912 - 584 pages
...of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again 1 Laugh like a boy at splendors that have fled; To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I_lend my arm to all who say "I can." Xo shame-faced... | |
 | 1914 - 528 pages
...golden ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped; To vanished...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. — Judge Walter Malone. HEREIN IS LOVE Herein is love; to lift another's cross, To give away the gold... | |
 | Roady Kenehan - 1912 - 652 pages
...ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again ! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I can !" No shamed-... | |
 | 1908 - 840 pages
...like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanish joys be blind and deaf and dumb; My judgments sea1 the dead past with its dead. But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; Í lend my arm to all who say "t can." No shame-faced... | |
 | 1905 - 548 pages
...ages on the wane ; Each night I burn the records of the day ; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished...with its dead But never bind a moment yet to come. Tho' deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all who say " I can !" No shamefaced... | |
 | Walter Malone - 1906 - 68 pages
...ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day, — At sunrise every soul is born again! Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep ; I lend my arm to all who say "I can!" No shame-faced... | |
 | 1909 - 270 pages
...golden ages on the wane; Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say: "lean." No shamefaced... | |
 | 1907 - 476 pages
...golden ages on the wane! Kach night I burn the records of the day; At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh like a boy at splendors that have sped, To vanished...with its dead, But never bind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire, wring not your hands and weep; I lend my arm to all who say "I can!" No shamefaced... | |
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