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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!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Affirm the body, beautiful and whole, The earth-expression of immortal soul. Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour, To speed between thee and the source of power. Affirm the spirit, the Eternal I - Of this great trinity no part deny.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is a haunting phantom called Regret, A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe, But fairer in the face, whom all men know By her said mien, and eyes forever wet. No heart would seek her; but once having met All take her by the hand, and to and fro They wander through those paths of long ago-- Those hallowed ways 'twere wiser to forget.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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While forced to dwell apart from thy dear face, Love, robed like sorrow, led me by the hand And taught my doubting heart to understand That which has puzzled all the human race.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Let mine not be that saddest fate of all To live beyond my greater self; to see My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall... "She lives, but all her usefulness is past."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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No fate could rob us of our own-- No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For what was ours we still possess.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, and look for the virtue behind them.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Give, and thou shalt receive. Give thoughts of cheer,Of courage and success, to friend and stranger.And from a thousand sources, far and near,Strength will be sent thee in thy hour of danger.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my pain: I will be worthy of it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense For all the ills that have been, or may be.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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
