And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is never wide.
Nemesis.
None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
Boston Hymn. 1863.
[[600]]
Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.
Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857.
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is never wide.
Nemesis.
None shall rule but the humble,
And none but Toil shall have.
Boston Hymn. 1863.
[[600]]
Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.
Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857.