There's a comforting thought at the close of the day,
When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: "I'm glad I touch shoulders with you!" Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong? Did you know there was one leaning hard? Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed, And was cheered by your simplest word? Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face, For the sound of your voice ringing true? Did you know I grew stronger and better because I had merely touched shoulders with your? I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive For the place that I know I must fill; I am thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin What fortune may send, good or ill. I may not have wealth, I may not be great, But I know I shall always be true, For I have in my life that courage you gave When once I rubbed shoulders with you. -Unknown
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I know, as my life grows older,
And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank wrong somewhere There lies the root of Right; That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed; But as sure as the sun brings the morning, Whatever is-is best. I know that each sinful action, As sure as the night brings shade, Is somewhere, sometime punished, Tho' the hour be long delayed. 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. And I know when my soul speeds onward, In its grand Eternal quest, I shall say as I look back earthward, Whatever is-is best. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul. Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late. What obstacle can stay the mighty force Of the sea-seeking river in its course, Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? Each wellborn soul must win what it deserves. Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, Whose slightest action or inaction serves The one great aim. Why, even Death stands still, And waits an hour sometimes for such a will. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox A builder builded a temple, In Genesis, the world was made; If I had known in the morning How wearily all the day The words unkind would trouble my mind That I said when you went away, I had been more careful, darling, Nor given you needless pain; But we vex our own with look and tone We may never take back again. For though in the quiet evening You may give me the kiss of peace, Yet it well might be that never for me The pain of the heart should cease! How many go forth at morning Who never come home at night! And hearts have broken for harsh words spoken That sorrow can ne'er set right. We have careful thought for the stranger, And smiles for the sometime guest; But oft for "our own" the bitter tone, Though we love our own the best. Ah! Lips with the curve impatient, Ah! Brow with the shade of scorn, 'Twere a cruel fate, were the night too late To undo the work of the morn! -Margaret E. Sangster Most of the battles of life are won
By looking beyond the clouds to the sun And having the patience to wait for the day When the sun comes out and the clouds float away. -Helen Steiner Rice There was a tumult in the city Yesterday's dead, tomorrow's unborn,
So there's nothing to fear and nothing to mourn, For all that is past and all that has been Can never return to be lived once again. And what lies ahead, or the things that will be, Are still in God's hands, so it is not up to me To live in the future that is God's great unknown, For the past and the present God claims for His own. So all I need do is to live for today And trust God to show me the truth and the way, For it's only the memory of things that have been And expecting tomorrow to bring trouble again That fills my today, which God wants to bless, With uncertain fears and borrowed distress. For all I need live for is this one little minute, For life's here and now and eternity's in it. -Helen Steiner Rice Kind hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits. Take care of the gardens, And keep them from weeds. Fill, fill them with flowers, Kind words and kind deeds. -Henry W. Longfellow |
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