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Anon beautiful better blessing blue bring burdens carry character cheer clouds comes comfort courage dark dear delight doubt duty earth Ella Wheeler Wilcox eyes face faith Father fear feel flower gift give glad God's grow hand happy hard hath hear heart heaven hold hope hour human John keep kind laugh leave life's light live look mean mind morning nature never night once pain pass past peace person pleasure R. L. Stevenson Remember rest rich seek sing skies smile sometimes song sorrow soul spirit stand strong summer sunshine sure sweet sympathy tears tell thank thee things thou thought trouble true trust turn wait wish woman wonder worry worth young
Page 139 - I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, — but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Page 125 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 173 - When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green ; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen ; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away ; Young blood must have its course, lad. And every dog his day.
Page 115 - Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do, and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle — face it; 'tis God's gift.
Page 7 - Think, every morning when the sun peeps through The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove, How jubilant the happy birds renew Their old, melodious madrigals of love ! And when you think of this, remember, too, 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.
Page 192 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Page 105 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail , Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 186 - NOW thank we all our God with heart and hands and voices, who wondrous things hath done, in whom his world rejoices; who from our mother's arms hath blessed us on our way with countless gifts of love, and still is ours to-day.
Page 70 - Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view. It is the soliloquy of a beholding and jubilant soul. It is the spirit of God pronouncing his works good.