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My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.
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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Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.
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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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.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Know that you are great...so dominate.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load: I was borne down beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on, and knocked at Death's dark gate. There was no answer. Stung by sorrow's goad I forced my way into that grim abode, And laughed, and flung Life's empty sack to Fate.
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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Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.
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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Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.
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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The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."
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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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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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?"
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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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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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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We waste half our strength in a useless regretting; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
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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Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.
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
