Love, that outreaches to the humblest things; Work that is glad, in what it does and brings; And faith that soars upon unwearied wings. Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith -- these three alone are great. |
Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human beings; why I work in this direction of charitable work more than toward any other. My answer is that because I believe that this work includes all the education and lines of reform which are needed to make a perfect circle of peace and goodwill about the Earth. |
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb. |
No question is ever settled; Until it is settled right |
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other,
That passionate Love is Pain's own mother. |
Oh! what are years? A ripe three score and ten Hold often less of life, in its best sense, Than just a twelvemonth lived by other men, Whose high-strung souls are ardent and intense. |
One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go. |
Our souls should be vessels receiving The waters of love for relieving The sorrows of men. |
Say you are well, or all is well with you, And God shall hear your words and make them true. |
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs |
So much of love her spirit had, She found an ever-flowing spring Of happiness in everything. |
So young, and yet I have had all of life. Why, men have lived to see a hundred years, Who have not known the rapture, joy, and strife Of my brief youth, its passion and its tears. |
Some souls there are that needs must taste Of wrong, ere choosing right; We should not call those years a waste Which led us to the light. |
Somebody's sorrow is making me weep: I know not her name, but I echo her cry, For the dearly bought baby she longed so to keep, The baby that rode to its long-lasting sleep In the little white hearse that went rumbling by. |
Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. |