A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage. Richard Watson Gilder More Quotes by Richard Watson Gilder More Quotes From Richard Watson Gilder Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men. Richard Watson Gilder memorial-day veterans-day men In the embers shining bright Richard Watson Gilder garden yellow children Since ancient Time began, Richard Watson Gilder pain soul men We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified? Richard Watson Gilder flower faith wise What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings-- This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings. Richard Watson Gilder christmas kings mother What if thou be saint or sinner, Richard Watson Gilder what-if kings death Oh, father's gone to market-town, he was up before the day, Richard Watson Gilder mother summer father In Heaven's happy bowers Richard Watson Gilder flower two hands I count my time by times that I meet thee; Richard Watson Gilder moon time art Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart. Richard Watson Gilder heart giving needs My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time. Richard Watson Gilder buoyancy names sea Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes. Richard Watson Gilder doubters light darkness Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is born. Richard Watson Gilder mother house heart I am the spirit of the morning sea, I am the awakening and the glad surprise. Richard Watson Gilder awakening sea morning I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled. Richard Watson Gilder laughter love children Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man. Richard Watson Gilder memorial-day warrior uplifting Ye living soldiers of the mighty war, Richard Watson Gilder wounds-and-scars soldier war
