Federal Court statement (1918)
Context: When the mariner, sailing over tropic seas, looks for relief from his weary watch, he turns his eyes toward the southern cross, burning luridly above the tempest-vexed ocean. As the midnight approaches, the southern cross begins to bend, the whirling worlds change their places, and with starry finger-points the Almighty marks the passage of time upon the dial of the universe, and though no bell may beat the glad tidings, the lookout knows that the midnight is passing and that relief and rest are close at hand. Let the people everywhere take heart of hope, for the cross is bending, the midnight is passing, and joy cometh with the morning.
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 108.
We will get through this together. Together. Look, folks, all my colleagues that I served with in the house and the senate up here, we all understand, the world is watching, watching all of us today. So here′s my message to those beyond our borders.<p>America has been tested, and we′ve come out stronger for it. We will repair our alliances and engage with the world once again. Not to meet yesterday′s challenges, but today′s and tomorrow′s challenges.<p>And we′ll lead not merely by the example of our power, but by the power of our example. We′ll be a strong and trusted partner for peace, progress, and security.
2021, January, Presidential Inaugural Address (2021)
“Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning,
Flying for joy of the flight”
Dryad Song (1900)
Context: Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning,
Flying for joy of the flight,
Wild with all longing, now soaring, now staying,
Mingling like day and dawn, swinging and swaying,
Hung like a cloud in the light:
I am immortal! I feel it! I feel it!
Love bears me up, love is might!
“There is an artist imprisoned in each one of us. Let him loose to spread joy everywhere.”
Last Essay: "1967"
1960s
“To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
What must the Midnights — be!”
1095: To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960)
“The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.”
Book X, ch. 56
Le Morte d'Arthur (c. 1469) (first known edition 1485)
85
The Gardener http://www.spiritualbee.com/love-poems-by-tagore/ (1915)
Context: Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds.
Open your doors and look abroad.
From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before.
In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.
The Theosophist (October 1914)
“The joy that is everywhere/ Is the true joy of being/ The joy that is life itself!”
Joy: Share it! p. 140.
Joy: Share it! (2017)
