I know that the soul is aided Sometimes by the heart's unrest, And to grow means often to suffer -- But whatever is--is best. |
I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan, And all things work together For the final good of man. |
If I could only weep,
I think sweet help with my salt tears would come, To ease the cruel pain that is so dumb, And will not let me sleep. |
If there be mortal without love, He wakes to no new life above. |
If you are seeking health, wealth, usefulness, skill in any direction, there is nothing and no one who can hinder your attainment of the coveted boon, if you are willing to work and wait. |
If you work with zeal and ardor till the night, You can only make the wasted moments right. |
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood /no more /to man, and love to a woman is life or death. |
It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song. But the man worth while is the one who can smile, when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears. |
It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is luring your soul away. But it is only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire. For the soul that is worth the treasures of the earth is the soul that resists desire. |
Laugh and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own |
Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried; Then ask God's help; it will not be denied. |
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it. |
Life hurries past too strong to stop; too sweet to loose. |
Live to learn, and learn to live If you want to give men knowledge You must get, ere you give. |
Look in; and learn the wrong, and right, From your own soul's unwritten laws. And when you question, or demur, Let Love be your Interpreter. |