Sir Edwin Arnold KCIE CSI (10 June 1832 – 24 March 1904) was an English poet and journalist, who is most known for his work The Light of Asia.[1] (wikipedia)
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!
Don't poets know it Better than others? God can't be always everywhere: and, so, Invented Mothers
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each, Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all Where pity is, for pity makes the world Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
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.
Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.
Pity makes the world soft to the weak and noble to the strong.
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.