REESE, Lizette Woodworth Quotes
(1856-1935), American poet
Creeds grow so thick along the way their boughs hide God.
When I consider life and its few years—a wisp of fog between us and the sun; a call to battle and the battle done ere the last echo dies within our ears, I wonder at the idleness of tears.
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and blows them out.