The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal nobler music from Life's many frets: The golden threads are spun thro' Suffering's fire, Wherewith the marriage-robes for heaven are woven: And all the rarest hues of human life Take radiance,… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
Not by appointment do we meet Delight And Joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life, They,… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
The plough of Time breaks up our Eden-land, And tramples down its fruitful flowery prime. Yet thro' the dust of ages living shoots O'… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! Shall light thy dark up like a Star. A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
“They must find it difficult, those who have taken authority as truth, rather than truth as authority.” — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth. — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
The Future, like a fruitfuller Summer, sits Ripening her Eden silently. — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal magic music from Life's mystic frets. — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal nobler music from Life's many frets: The golden threads are spun thro' Suffering's fire, Wherewith… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
I know no better way of waging the battle for Truth than arraying the facts face to face on either side and letting them… — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
Our dearest hopes in pangs are born, The kingliest Kings are crown'd with thorn. — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
Still all the day the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark. — Gerald Massey Copy Share Image
