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For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
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There is nothing ridiculous in love.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing, there is no stilling That which is part of your life and breath. You may bury it deep, and leave behind you The land, the people that knew your slain It will push the sods from its grave, and find you On wastes of water or desert plain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on through the narrow aisles of pain.
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Whatever is... is best.
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Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.
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Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mould or change your fate.
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You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
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Better than glory, or honors, or fame, (Though I am striving for those to-day) To know that some heart will cherish my name, And think of me kindly, with blessings, alway.
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I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive I shall believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain And though I groan and tremble with my crosses, I yet shall see, through my severest losses, The greater gain.
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
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In the long run all love is paid by love, Though undervalued by the hosts of earth The great eternal Government above Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth. Give thy love freely do not count the cost So beautiful a thing was never lost In the long run.
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How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!
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All roads that lead to God are good.
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Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
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Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping in that minor chord, disease. Say you are well, or all is well with you, And God shall hear your words and make them true.
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Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight Twas he who sent me here to-night. God knows, the man said afterward, The fight itself was not so hard.
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It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.
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So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
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Not to the curious or impatient soulThat in the start, demands the end be shown,And at each step, stops waiting for a signBut to the tireless toiler toward the goal,Shall the great miracles of God be knownAnd life revealed, immortal and divine.
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Keep out of the past. It is haunted.
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