There is a destiny that makes us brothers;
None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own. I care not what his temples or his creeds, One thing holds firm and fast- That into his fateful heap of days and deeds The soul of man is cast. -Edwin Markham
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Make me too brave to lie or be unkind.
Make me too understanding, too, to mind The little hurts companions give, and friends, The careless hurts that no one quite intends. Make me too thoughtful to hurt others so. Help me to know The inmost hearts of those for whom I care, Their secret wishes, all the loads they bear, That I may add my courage to their own. May I make lonely folks fell less alone, And happy ones a little happier yet. May I forget What ought to be forgotten; and recall Unfailing, all That ought to be recalled, each kindly thing, Forgetting what might sting. To all upon my way, Day after day, Let me be joy, be hope! Let my life sing! -Mary Carolyn Davies Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's earl light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bomb's bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! On the shore, dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream. 'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!" And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave, O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave! -Francis Scott Key God of our fathers, known of old-
Lord of our far-flung battle line- Beneath Whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe- Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard- All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard- For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord! Amen. -Rudyard Kipling Ladies, to this advice give heed-
In controlling men: If at first you don't succeed, Why, cry, cry again. -Unknown Who hath a book
Has friends at hand, And gold and gear At his command; And rich estates, If he but look, Are held by him Who hath a book. Who hath a book Has but to read And he may be A king indeed; His Kingdom is His inglenook; All this is his Who hath a book. -Wilbur D. Nesbit There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us, That it ill behoves any of us To find fault with the rest of us. -Unknown The Woman I am
Hides deep in me Beneath the woman I seem to be. She hides away From the stranger's eye- She is not known To the passers-by. She goes her way, The woman I seem, But the woman I am Withdraws to dream! The woman I seem Goes carelessly- When love goes by Does not seem to see. But the woman I am Knows sudden fear... And hides more deeply When love draws near! For love might look closely Perhaps... and see Her beneath the woman I seem to be! -Glen Allen |
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