1 min read
Слушать(AI)Doors of Daring
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high,
Invite the fearless foot to scale Their stairway toward the sky.
The restless, deep, dividing sea That flows and foams from shore to shore,
Calls to its sunburned chivalry, "Push out, set sail, explore!" And all the bars at which we fret, That seem to prison and control,
Are but the doors of daring, set Ajar before the soul.
Say not, "Too poor," but freely give; Sigh not, "Too weak," but boldly try,
You never can begin to live Until you dare to die.
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dyke Jr. (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, diplomat, and clergyman.
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
If All the Skies
If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be To feel once more upon The cooling splash of rain
Spring in the South
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on the elm the misty buds are swelling, See how the pine-wood grows alive with wings; Blue-jays fluttering, yodeling and crying, Meadow-larks sail...
Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as the sun above
A Noon Song
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; But who will give praise to the fulness of light, And sing us a song of the glory of noon