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When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I like the roar of cities. In the mart, Where busy toilers strive for place and gain, I seem to read humanity's great heart, And share its hopes, its pleasures, and its pain.
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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Trust in your own untried capacity.
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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Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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... love moves the world along.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.
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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Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is no language that love does not speak
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... "The world is better that I lived to-day."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth, Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There is nothing ridiculous in love.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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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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For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Oh you who read some song I have sung What know you of the soul from whence it sprung
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
