Quotes by Trumbull Stickney

“T IME'S a circumferenceWhereof the segment of our station seemsA long straight line from nothing into naught.Therefore we say " progress, " " infinity "”

“Live blindly and upon the hour. The Lord,Who was the Future, died full long ago.Knowledge which is the Past is folly. Go,Poor, child, and be not to thyself abhorred.Around thine earth sun-winged winds do blowAnd planets roll; a meteor draws his sword;The rainbow breaks his seven-coloured chordAnd the long strips of river-silver flow:Awake! Give thyself to the lovely hours.Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flightAbout their fragile hairs' aerial gold.Thou art divine, thou livest,”

“Now burst above the city's cold twilightThe piercing whistles and the tower-clocks:For day is done. Along the frozen docksThe workmen set their ragged shirts aright.Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy lightFollows the scrimmage as it quickly flocksTo hut and home among the snow's gray blocks. --I love you, human labourers. Good-night!Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache!Good-night to every sick and sweated brow,To the poor girl that strength and love forsake,To the poor boy who can no more! I vowThe victim soon shall shudder at the stakeAnd fall in blood: we bring him even now.””