Edwin Markham

Charles Edwin Anson Markham (April 23, 1852 - March 7, 1940) was an American poet.

13 Quotes

The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is Brotherhood.

Edwin Markham

There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.

Edwin Markham

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!

Edwin Markham

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?

Edwin Markham

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.

Edwin Markham

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

Edwin Markham

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear -- when you are the hammer, strike.

Edwin Markham

And when he fell in whirlwind, he went downAs when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,Goes down with a great shout upon the hills,And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.

Edwin Markham

We all are blind until we seeThat in the human planNothing is worth the making ifIt does not make the man. Why build these cities gloriousIf man unbuilded goes?In vain we build the world, unlessThe builder also grows.

Edwin Markham

There is a destiny that makes us brothers:None goes his way alone:All that we send into the lives of othersComes back onto our own.

Edwin Markham

I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.

Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out-- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.

Edwin Markham

. . . they who nobly fail will find The peace of the heroic mind, Will taste life's sacred joy, the joy Earth cannot give nor earth destroy. These things I see as the cloud clears, Here at the height of eighty years.

Edwin Markham