Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return. Henry Abbey More Quotes by Henry Abbey More Quotes From Henry Abbey The end we know not; but we wander on, Henry Abbey wilderness ends time The artist labors while he may, But finds at best too brief the day; And, tho' his works outlast the time And nation that they make sublime, He feels and sees that Nature knows Nothing of time in what she does, But has a leisure infinite Wherein to do her work aright. Henry Abbey work-out nature artist What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to withstand the gales--the keel, the keelson, and beam and knee--we plant the ship when we plant the tree. Henry Abbey knees sea tree And once I knew a meditative rose That never raised its head from bowing down, Yet drew its inspiration from the stars. It bloomed and faded here beside the road, And, being a poet, wrote on empty air With fragrance all the beauty of its soul. Henry Abbey stars inspiration air Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody. Henry Abbey notes keys love Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond. Henry Abbey wave sea life Though Duty's face is stern, her path is best: They sweetly sleep who die upon her breast. Henry Abbey path faces sleep Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay! Henry Abbey autumn gold giving What do we plant when we plant a tree? Henry Abbey sun tree country All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances. Henry Abbey men book reality The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied. Henry Abbey makers pride art
