Peter Severin Kroyer Art
It's work we must, and love we must,
Hearts wherein no hope may waken,
Hope is the element by which the afflicted live,
And do the best we may,
And take the hope of dreams in trust
To keep us day by day.
William Stanley Braithwaite
Like the clouds of night wind-shaken,
Chartless, anchorless, forsaken,
Drift we to the dark.
William Wilfred Campbell
the anchor of the soul in a storm, the bladder
which keeps up a man from sinking when in deep
waters, and upholds a man in life when death
knocks at the door.
William Greenhill
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