Life and all it yields of joy or woe,
And woe and fear, believe me, aged friend,
Is just our chance o’ the prize of learning love.
We are children who do but begin
The sweetness of life to win.
Laren.
No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Meredith
“What is life, father?”
"A battle, my child,
Where the strongest hand may fail;
Where the wariest eyes may be beguiled,
And the stoutest heart may quail;
Where the foes are gathered on every hand,
And rest not day or night,
And the feeble little ones must stand
In the thickest of the fight."
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