Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the
better. The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is
marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiently . . . who
knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself
in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of
high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while
daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and
timid souls who have never known neither victory nor defeat.
-Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, January 22, 2007
The Sailors' Hymn
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep:
O hear us, when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.
O Savior, whose almighty word
The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep:
O hear us, when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.
-William Whiting
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep:
O hear us, when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.
O Savior, whose almighty word
The winds and waves submissive heard,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep:
O hear us, when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.
-William Whiting