Such menial duties; but her way Of looking at them lent a grace To things the world deemed commonplace. |
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough Without your woes. No path is wholly rough. |
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping on that minor chord, disease. |
The dark today leads into light tomorrow; There is no endless joy, ...and yet no endless sorrow. |
The human Will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless Soul, Can hew the way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene. |
The life that neither grief nor burden knows Is dwarfed in sympathy before its close. The life that grows majestic with the years Must taste the bitter tonic found in tears. |
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith. |
The river seeking for the sea Confronts the dam and precipice, Yet knows it cannot fail or miss; You will be what you will to be! |
The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow. |
The splendid discontent of God With Chaos, made the world; And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs |
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind. |
The two kinds of people on earth that I mean Are the people who lift and the people who lean. |
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Not a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love for life, and the world, and the Giver. |
The year's four changing seasons brought To her own door what thousands sought In wandering ways and did not find - Diversion and content of mind. |
Then arise, O idle dreamer! Dreams are sweet, But better flowers are growing at your feet. If you crush, or pass unheeding, idle friend, You shall answer for their ruin in the end. |