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Keep out of the past. It is haunted.
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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Life is too short for any vain regretting... Between the swift sun's rising and its setting, we have no time for useless tears or fretting, life is too short.... Time is the best avenger if we wait, the years speed by, and on their wings bear healing, life is too short for aught but high endeavor-too short for spite, but long enough for love. And love lives on forever and forever.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.
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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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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One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.
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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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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Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.
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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Sweep up the debris of decaying faith; Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, And throw your soul wide open to the light of reason and of knowledge. Be not afraid To thrust aside half-truths and grasp the whole.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love is the only duty that we know.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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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I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world with good results--or ill.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
