Also ahead of you, going your way, there may be a hay
wagon or a farmer in a buggy. As you speed along, you look ahead and
declare to yourself that there is no logical way in which you can
get through the spaces thus created. Yet the vehicles always form
themselves into the right combination, and you pass through easily.
This is the way with life. There are always obstacles that you do not
see how you can pass without a smash-up. But you always get by.
"Stop, look, listen!"
The reflective man stopped to read the railroad warning.
"Those three words illustrate the whole scheme of life," said he.
"How?"
"You see a pretty girl; you stop; you look; after you marry her, and
for the rest of your life, you listen."
_The Magician_
Life has such a subtle way
Of forming roses out of clay;
Of taking tears that seemed in vain
And making of them April rain;
Of getting from a heedless rafter
Echoes of dead bits of laughter;
Of welding in a sunset sea
Lost loveliness and imagery;
Of making out of crawling things
Butterflies with airy wings.
Life has such a subtle way
Of turning darkness into day;
Of bringing music, ocean-old,
To newness of a tale untold;
And then, grown jealous of its trust,
Of changing roses back to dust.
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