What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to withstand the gales--the keel, the keelson, and beam and… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return. — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time. — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied. — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
The artist labors while he may, But finds at best too brief the day; And, tho' his works outlast the time And nation that… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
Though Duty's face is stern, her path is best: They sweetly sleep who die upon her breast. — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
And once I knew a meditative rose That never raised its head from bowing down, Yet drew its inspiration from the stars. It bloomed… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay! — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances. — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
