Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies. John Townsend Trowbridge More Quotes by John Townsend Trowbridge More Quotes From John Townsend Trowbridge With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow: ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows. John Townsend Trowbridge winegivingyears If you will observe, it doesn't take John Townsend Trowbridge wallmenmean On turf and curb and bower-roof John Townsend Trowbridge ivorygardensnow The speckled sky is dim with snow, John Townsend Trowbridge lightskyfall A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet mind. John Townsend Trowbridge flowermindsweet The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay. John Townsend Trowbridge tearsgrieflong I keep some portion of my early gleam; John Townsend Trowbridge lightdreammoving Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are, Lay folded in our infancy; the things Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn. John Townsend Trowbridge infancyachievedeeds Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains: Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains? John Townsend Trowbridge intelligentheartspring The birds can fly, An' why can't I? John Townsend Trowbridge bluebirdaviationbird Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach. John Townsend Trowbridge pebblesmenbeach We are two travelers, Roger and I. Roger's my dog-come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentleman-mind your eye! Over the table,-look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we've tramped through wind and weather, And slept out-doors when nights were cold, And ate and drank and starved together. John Townsend Trowbridge eyedogfriendship The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in, says he with a grin, That the bluebird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be? John Townsend Trowbridge bluebirdbirdgiving Darius was clearly of the opinion John Townsend Trowbridge airseamen For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty. John Townsend Trowbridge jewelrydiamonddawn "The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in," says he, with a grin, "'T the blackbird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be? Jest fold our hands, an' see the swaller An' blackbird an' catbird beat us holler? ... Jest show me that! er prove 't that bat Hez got more brains thans's in my hat, An' I'll back down, an' not till then!" John Townsend Trowbridge birdgivinghands
