For all your days prepare, And meet them all alike: When you are the anvil, bear- When you are the hammer, strike.

Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? In vain we build the world, unless The builder also grows.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; None goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.

When Duty comes a-knocking at your gate, Welcome him in; for if you bid him wait, He will depart only to come once more And bring seven other duties to your door.

Oft when the white, still dawn Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?

I (God) will leave man to make the fateful guess, Will leave him torn between the no and yes, Leave him unresting till he rests in me, Drawn upward by the choice that makes him free, Leave him in tragic loneliness to choose, With all in life to win or all to lose.

Why build these cities glorious If man unbuilded goes? In vain we build the world, unless The builder also grows.