We need a summons to no houri-haunted paradise, no passionless contemplation, no monotony of prayer and praise; but to endless advance by endless effort, and, if need be, by endless pain. Be it mine, then, to plunge among the unknown Destinies—to dare and still to dare!
Emerson’s heaven also was
Built of furtherance and pursuing,
Not of spent deeds, but of doing.
(“Threnody.”)
In life, Love comes first. Indeed, we only come because Love calls for us. We find it waiting with outstretched arms on arrival. Love is the beginning of everything.
F. W. Boreham (Faces in the Fire).
Our daies are full of dolor and disease,