But every human path leads on to God; He holds a myriad finer threads than gold, And strong as holy wishes, drawing… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Delicate Copy Share Image
Worth, courage, honor, these indeed Your sustenance and birthright are. — Edmund Clarence Stedman Birthright Copy Share Image
Progress comes by experiment, and this from ennui that leads to voyages, wars, revolutions, and plainly to change in the arts of… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Art Copy Share Image
Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Chill Copy Share Image
Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective. — Edmund Clarence Stedman Amity Copy Share Image
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Blow Copy Share Image
Poetry is an art, and chief of the fine art; the easiest to dabble in, the hardest in which to reach true… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Art Copy Share Image
