With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat of the long day
And wish ’twere done.
Not till the hour of light return
All we have built do we discern.
—Matthew Arnold.
What a man is inwardly that to him will the world be outwardly: his mood affects the very “quality of the day.”
—Bradford Torrey.
This is my youth—its hopes and dreams