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I fear the vermin that shall undermine
Senate and citadel and school and shrine.
-Edwin Markham
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There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back onto our own.
-Edwin Markham
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We all are blind until we see
That in the human plan
Nothing is worth the making if
It does not make the man.
Why build these cities glorious
If man unbuilded goes?
In vain we build the world, unless
The builder also grows.
-Edwin Markham
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And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down
As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,
Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,
And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
-Edwin Markham
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Dreams
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Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
-Edwin Markham
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Farming
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Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
-Edwin Markham
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Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
-Edwin Markham, The Man with the Hoe, "first published in the San Francisco Examiner", January 15, 1899
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Fellowship
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The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is Brotherhood.
-Edwin Markham
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There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.
-Edwin Markham
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Flowers
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Teach me, Father, how to go
Softly as the grasses grow;
Hush my soul to meet the shock
Of the wild world as a rock;
But my spirit, propt with power,
Make as simple as a flower.
Let the dry heart fill its cup,
Like a poppy looking up;
Let life lightly wear her crown,
Like a poppy looking down,
When its heart is filled with dew,
And its life begins anew.
-Edwin Markham, A Prayer
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Life
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The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
-Edwin Markham
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We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
-Edwin Markham
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Love
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He drew a circle that shut me out--
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
-Edwin Markham, Outwitted
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Planning
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For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear -- when you are the hammer, strike.
-Edwin Markham
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Books by and about Edwin Markham