Top 14 Lewis Morris Quotes

The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.

Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,
For lo! 'tis Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And hope revives again.

The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.

"Le Vent de l'Esprit", line 1; p. 6.

The wind that sighs before the dawn
Chases the gloom of night,
The curtains of the East are drawn,
And suddenly—'tis light.

The victories of Right
Are born of strife.
There were no Day were there no Night,
Nor, without dying, Life.

Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.

Sweet maidenhood! that to a silvery chime
Of music, and chaste fancies undefiled,
And modest grace and mild
Comëst, best gift of God to men.

[T]he world still needs
Its champion as of old, and finds him still.

Life is a chase,
And man the hunter, always following on,
With hounds of rushing thought or fiery sense,
Some hidden truth or beauty, fleeting still
For ever through the thick-leaved coverts deep
And wind-worn wolds of life.

Love for Love
And Blood for Blood—the simple golden rule
Taught by the elder gods.

What power was this—chance, will you say? But chance, what else can it mean
Than the hidden Cause of things by human reason unseen?

Call no faith false which e'er has brought
Relief to any laden life,
Cessation to the pain of thought,
Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife.

Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget
Divinest harmonies.