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A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

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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Janesville
Wisconsin
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Lost
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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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Content is not the pathway to great deeds.
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All roads that lead to God are good.
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Always continue to climb.
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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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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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You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go!
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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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We waste half our strength in a useless regretting We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
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It has always been my belief that children inherit the suppressed tendencies of their parents. A clergyman's son frequently shows abnormal tastes for the pleasures that his father denied himself.
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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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Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.
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Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost.
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It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray When without or within No voice of sin Is luring your soul away. But it is only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire. For the soul that is worth the treasures of the earth is the soul that resists desire.
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There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.
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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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The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.
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The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.
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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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Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow, May the Past not seek to borrow From the Present without blame - Just one memory from its store, Ere it goes to come no more, Back the pathway that it came, whence it came?
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