soul-spent

Updated: May 5, 2025

But the law of evolution is at work, and life always rises on stepping-stones of its dead self to higher things. On the edge of the world my islands lie," sings Mrs. Frear in her little lyric on the Hawaiian Islands. "On the edge of the world my islands lie, Under the sun-steeped sky; And their waving palms Are bounteous alms To the soul-spent passer-by.

John Burroughs - Time and Change