Quotes from Edwin Markham

With the frost he kindled fire; Drove the snakes from brake and brier, Hurling out the writhing brood With the lightning of his rood.

A man to match the mountains and the sea.

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!

And when he fell in whirlwind, he went downAs when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear -- when you are the hammer, strike.

He drew a circle that shut me out -- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.

The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is Brotherhood.

The few little years we spend on earth are only the first scene in a Divine Drama that extends into Eternity.

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?

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

We all are blind until we seeThat in the human planNothing is worth the making ifIt does not make the man. Why build these cities gloriousIf man unbuilded goes?In vain we build the world, unlessThe builder also grows.

He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In!

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.

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

For all your years prepare, And meet them ever alike; When you are the anvil, bear-- When you are the hammer, strike.

They drew a line that shut me out, Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout! But love and I had the wit to win We drew a circle and brought them in.

Choices are the hinges of destiny

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

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

There is a destiny that makes us brother. None goes his way alone. All that we wend into the lives of others, comes back into our own.

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God's way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life's battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

Some momentary touches of my fire Have warmed the barren ages with a beam: There is no peak beyond my swift desire, There is no beauty deeper than my dream.