Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.
Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.
With close-lipp'd Patience for our only friend, Sad Patience, too near neighbour to Despair.
We cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides, The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides But tasks in hours of insight willd Can be through hours of gloom fulfilld.
Resolve to be thyself and know that who finds himself, loses his misery.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories