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Poem
September 27, 1873
Wilmington Daily Gazette
Wilmington, New Castle County, Delaware
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem urging reconciliation and friendship over hatred and strife, highlighting life's shortness, the renewal through giving, and the futility of rivalry in the face of death.
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NO TIME FOR HATE.
Begone with feud! away with strife.
Our human hearts are mating:
Let us be friends again, since life
Is all too short for hating.
So dull the day, so dim the way,
So rough the road we're faring;
Far better wend with a faithful friend
Than stalk along uncaring.
The barren fields, the withered vine,
Are types of selfish living;
But souls that give, like thine and mine,
Renew their life by giving.
While cypress waves o'er early graves
On all the way we're going,
Far better plant where seed is scant
Than crush the fruit that's growing.
Away with scorn! since die we must,
And rest on one low pillow;
There are no rivals in the dust,
No foes beneath the willow.
So dry the bowers, so few the flowers
Our weary path discloses;
Far better stoop where daisies droop
Than trample over roses!
O, what are all the joys we hold
Compared to joys above us?
And what are rank, and power, and gold,
Against the hearts that love us?
So fleet our years, so full of tears,
So closely death is waiting—
God sends us space for loving grace,
But leaves no time for hating.
Begone with feud! away with strife.
Our human hearts are mating:
Let us be friends again, since life
Is all too short for hating.
So dull the day, so dim the way,
So rough the road we're faring;
Far better wend with a faithful friend
Than stalk along uncaring.
The barren fields, the withered vine,
Are types of selfish living;
But souls that give, like thine and mine,
Renew their life by giving.
While cypress waves o'er early graves
On all the way we're going,
Far better plant where seed is scant
Than crush the fruit that's growing.
Away with scorn! since die we must,
And rest on one low pillow;
There are no rivals in the dust,
No foes beneath the willow.
So dry the bowers, so few the flowers
Our weary path discloses;
Far better stoop where daisies droop
Than trample over roses!
O, what are all the joys we hold
Compared to joys above us?
And what are rank, and power, and gold,
Against the hearts that love us?
So fleet our years, so full of tears,
So closely death is waiting—
God sends us space for loving grace,
But leaves no time for hating.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Friendship
Moral Virtue
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
No Time For Hate
Friendship
Life Brevity
Against Strife
Moral Renewal
Death And Love
Poem Details
Title
No Time For Hate.
Key Lines
Let Us Be Friends Again, Since Life
Is All Too Short For Hating.
Far Better Wend With A Faithful Friend
Than Stalk Along Uncaring.
There Are No Rivals In The Dust,
No Foes Beneath The Willow.
God Sends Us Space For Loving Grace,
But Leaves No Time For Hating.