We are building every day
In a good or evil way,
And the structure, as it grows,
Will our inmost self disclose,
Till in every arch and line
All our faults and failings shine;
It may grow a castle grand,
Or a wreck upon the sand.
Do you ask what building this
That can show both pain and bliss,
That can be both dark and fair?
Lo, its name is character!
Build it well, whate'er you do;
Build it straight and strong and true;
Build it clear and high and broad;
Build it for the eye of God.
--I. E. Dickenga.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest
Live well, how long or short permit to heaven.
--John Milton.