Morning Prayer (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Let me to-day do something that shall take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be ...
Let me to-day do something that shall take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be ...
I'm pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I've peered 'twixt iron bars, ...
She had looked for his coming as warriors come, With the clash of arms and the bugle's call; But he ...
Good-bye - Yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to me With ...
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, 'Do you ...
Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy duty To those who walk beside thee down life's road; Make glad their ...
One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars shone on, - ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, ...
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country - the Beyond; And yet, not strange, ...
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your ...
Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day, While the golden, precious hours flit away? See you not the day ...
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, And from the sallow earth to watch it rise, Lifting ...
When I shall meet God's generous dispensers Of all the riches in the heavenly store, Those lesser gods, who act ...
As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that ...
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the ...
We walk on starry fields of white And do not see the daisies; For blessings common in our sight We ...
Out from my window westward I turn full oft my face; But the mountains rebuke the vision That would encompass ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays, Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine Why should the ...
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