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 Will the huge stone break his hold And crush him as it plunges to the Gulf?

The silent struggle goes on and on, Like two contending in a dream.

(Roman philosopher, 470-524)

Though the goddess of riches should bestow as much as the sand rolled by the wind-tossed sea, or as many as the stars that shine, the human race will not cease to wail.

The Wolf at the Door

(America's most brilliant woman poet and critic; born 1860)

There's a haunting horror near us That nothing drives away; Fierce lamping eyes at nightfall, A crouching shade by day; There's a whining at the threshold, There's a scratching at the floor. To work! To work! In Heaven's name! The wolf is at the door!

The day was long, the night was short, The bed was hard and cold; Still weary are the little ones, Still weary are the old.