Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul. — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine. — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
Greed and Gain, grim guardians of the great god Mammon, continually cry in the ears of the poor, 'Give us your little ones!' And… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
“Some momentary touches of my fire Have warmed the barren ages with a beam: There is no peak beyond my swift desire, There is… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
We are all blind until we see That in the human plan Nothing is worth the making If it does not make the man.… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
Only the soul that knows the mighty grief can know the mighty rapture. Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy. — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
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… — Edwin Markham Copy Share Image
