He fed his spirit with the bread of books. – 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
He fed his spirit with the bread of books. – 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
The crest and crowning of all good, Lifes final star, is Brotherhood. – Edwin Markham
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out. – Edwin Markham