Robert Browning

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, read more

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break,
Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to flight better,
Sleep to wake.

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

But how carve way i' the life that lies before,
If bent on groaning ever for the past?

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,
Rests never on the track until it reach
Delinquency.

Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
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Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun,
But dream of him, and guess where he may be,
And do the best to climb, and get to him.

Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.

Progress is
The law of life, man is not
Man as yet.