01UndatedNot for the crying, Not for the loud beseeching Will peace draw near. Rest with palms folded, Rest with thine eyelids fallen, Lo! peace is here.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
02UndatedDon’t borrow a creed from other people, Nor hang most faith on the stoutest steeple. Look up for your law, but oh! look higher Than the hands on any human spire. If ten think alike, and you think alone, That never proves ’tis ten to one They are right, you wrong; for truth, you see, Is not a thing of majority. It never can make you false, them true, That there’s more of them than there is of you: If your touch is on Truth’s garment’s hem, There is more of you than a world of them. ’Tis not alone in the Orient region That a certain hero’s name is Legion. Nor was it only for once to be That the whole herd together ran down to the sea. Your zenith for no man else is true: Your beam from the sun comes alone to you. And the thought the great God gave your brain Is your own for the world, or the world’s in vain.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
03Undated’Tis not in seeking, ’Tis not in endless striving, Thy quest is found. Be still and listen, Be still and drink the quiet Of all around.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
05UndatedEver laughs the sunlight in our eyes at morning and at noon, Comes the pure, cool wind, to whisper past our cheek its cheery tune, Just to tell us Earth is beautiful, and at the quiet even Every star looks down lest we forget that earth is crowned with Heaven.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
06UndatedYet we must give the children leave to use Our garden tools, though they spoil tool and plant In learning. So the Master may not scorn Our awkwardness, as with these bungling hands We try to unroot the ill, and plant with good Life's barren soil: the child is learning use. Perhaps the angels even are forbid To laugh at us, or may not care to laugh, With kind eyes pitying our little hurts.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
07UndatedForenoon and afternoon and night—Forenoon And afternoon and night,—Forenoon, and—what? The empty song repeats itself. No more? Yea, that is life. Make this forenoon sublime, This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer, And time is conquered, and thy crown is won.Edward Rowland Sill / quote ↗
