Does It Pay (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road,Who meets us by the way,Goes on less conscious of his galling load,Then ...
If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road,Who meets us by the way,Goes on less conscious of his galling load,Then ...
Should some great angel say to me tomorrow,"Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,But God will grant, in pity, ...
If all the end of this continuous striving Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning and contriving ...
'By-and-bye, ' the maiden sighed - 'by-and-bye He will claim me for his bride, Hope is strong and time is ...
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart ...
Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary, And tired out with working long and well, And earth is dark, and ...
Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom, I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom, I am so sick ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame ...
When I shall meet God's generous dispensers Of all the riches in the heavenly store, Those lesser gods, who act ...
The winds came out of the west one day, And hurried the clouds before them; And drove the shadows and ...
Build on resolve, and not upon regret, The structure of thy future. Do not grope Among the shadows of old ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
The stork flew over a town one day, And back of each wing an infant lay; One to a rich ...
Soar not too high, O bird of Hope! Because the skies are fair; The tempest may come on apace And ...
You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And ...
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