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About Spring

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host , of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth

Came the spring with all its splendor,

All its birds and all its blossoms,

all its flowers, and leaves and grasses.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

William Shakespeare

About Worry

It is not the work, but the worry,

That drives all sleep away

As we toss and turn and wonder

About the cares of the day.

Do we think of the hands' hard lobour,

Or the steps of the tired feet?

Ah, no! but we plan and wonder

How to make both ends meet.

It is not the work, but the worry,

That makes us troubled and sad,

That makes us narrow and sordid

When we should be cheery and glad.

There's a shadow before the sunlight,

And ever a cloud in the blue,

The scent of the rose is tainted,

The notes of the song are untrue.

It is not the work, but the worry,

That makes the world grow old,

That numbers the years of its children

Ere half their story is told;

That weaknes their faith in heaven

And the wisdom of God's great plan.

Ah! 'tis not the work, but the worry

That breaks the heart of man.

Anon

Springtime in the South

Flower

In the crannied wall,

I broke a leg

To pluck you-all.

Herbert V. Prochnow

It's sometimes very difficult

for us to understand

the wisdom and the love behind

the things that God has planned.

But we wouldn't have the rainbow

If we didn't have the rain;

We wouldn't know the pleasure

If we never tasted pain.

We wouldn't love the sunrise

If we hadn't felt the night;

And we wouldn't know our weakness

If we hadn't sensed God's might.

We couldn't have the springtime

or the yellow daffodil

if we hadn't experienced

the winter's frosty chill.

And though the brilliant sunshine

is something God has made.

He knew too much could parch our souls

so He created shade.

So God's given us a balance:

Enough joys to keep us glad,

Enough tears to keep us humble,

Enough good to balance bad.

And if you'll trust in Him you'll see

Though yesterday brought sorrow,

The clouds will part and dawn will bring

A happier tomorrow.

Anon

A careless word may kindle strife.

A cruel word may wreck a lif,

A bitter word may hate instill;

A brutal word may smite and kill,

A gracious word may smooth the way;

A joyous word may light the day.

A timely word may lessen stress;

A loving word may heal and bless.

Anon

SUCCESS

Success is speaking words of praise

In cheering other people’s ways,

In doing just the best you can

With every task and every plan.

It’s silence when your speech would hurt.

Politeness when your neighbor’s curt.

It’s deafness when the scandal flows,

And sympathy with others’ woes.

It’s loyalty when duty calls,

It’s courage when disaster falls,

It’s patience when the hours are long;

It’s found in laughter and in song;

It’s in the silent time of prayer,

In happiness and in despair

In all of life and nothing less

We find the thing we call success

Anon

Last night I had a funny pain

And to the Doc I flew

Said he, "That comes from overwork,

There's nothing I can do.

"You need a month of quiet rest,"

He added with a smile.

"You'd better drop your golf and try

The office for a while."

Source unknown

If any little word of mine

May make a life the brighter,

If any little song of mine

May make a heart the lighter,

God help me speak the little word

And take my bit of singing,

And drop it in some linely vale

To set the echoes ringing.

If any little love of mine

May make a life the sweeter,

If any little care of mine

May make a friend's the fleeter

I any little lift may ease

The burden of another,

God give me love, and care, and strength

To help my toiling brother.

Anon

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When a man ain't got a cent, and  he's feeling

kind o' blue,

An' the clouds hang dark and heavy, an' won't

let the sunshine through;

It's a great thing, O my brethren, for a

feller just to lay

His hand upon your shoulder in a friendly

sort of way!

James Whitcomb Riley

I'll not send little girls to school,

Blue ribbons on their hair;

I'll not warn little boys to watch

For fear their pant will tear.

I'll never fill a cookie jar

With spicy, Fragrant things

And know a whispered secret,

Or a round, red mouth that clings.

Or hum a snatch of lullabies

When heads begin to nod,

And figure how to buy new shoes-

I wanted to, though, God!

Helen Welshimer.

Some fellows stay right in the rut

While others head the throng.

All men may be born equal but-

They don't stay that way long.

There is many a man with a gallant air,

Goes galloping to the fray;

But the valuable man is the man who's there

When the smoke has cleared away.

Some "don't get nuthin' out of life"

But when their whines begin,

We often can remind them that

They "don't put nothin' in."

Anon

WHATEVER IS - IS BEST

I know as my life grows older

And mine eyes have clearer sight-

That under each rank wrong, somewhere

Ther lies the root of Right;

That each sorrow oft unguessed,

But as sure as the sun brings morning,

Whateveris - is best.

I know that each sinful action,

As sure as the night brings shade,

Is somewhere, sometime punished,

Tho' the hour be long delayed.

I know that the soul is aided

Sometimes by the heart's unrest,

And to grow means often to suffer-

But whatever is - is best.

I know there are no errors

In the great Eternal plan,

And all things work together

For the final good of man;

And I know as my soul speeds onward,

Whatever is - is best.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

A little bit of quality

Will always make 'em smile;

A little bit of courtesy

Will bring 'em in a smile;

A little bit of frienliness

Will tickle 'em 'tis plain-

And a little bit of service

Will bring 'em back again.

Anon

HEART SONG

Unless you can feel when left by one

That all men else go with him;

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day

On the absent face that fixed you;

Unless you can love as tha Angels may

With the breath of Heaven betwist you;

Unless youcan sream that his faith is fast,

Unless you can die when the dream is past, Oh, nefer call it loving.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

IF THIS BE ALL

How goodly are the ways we walked, Beloved.

Together and how firm, how true your hand;

Bur our glad hours of golden morning pass;

our sun climbs high and higher and the sand

For all our love, runs swiftly in the glass.

If this be all (though I have other faith)

If we can journey in this camaraderie

But once, yet, at the end, I'll seek my rest;

Content that it wes you who came to me,

Content that the short way could be so blessed.

Anon

I love you,

Not only for what you are,

But fpr wjat O a,

When I am with you.

U love you,

Not only for what

you have made of yourself

But for what your are making of me.

Roy Croft.

WALK SLOWLY

If you should go befor me, dear, walk slowly

Down the ways of death, well worn and wide,

For I should want to overtake you quickly

And seek the jouyrney's ending by your side.

I should be so forlorn not to descry you

Down some radiant road and take the same;

Walk slowly dear, and often look behing you

And pause to hear if someone calls your name.

Adelaide Love.

THE LAGGARD'S EXCUSE

He worked by day

And toiled by night,

He gave up play

And some delight.

Dry books ge read

New thing to learn

And forged ahead,

Success to earn.

He pliddedon

With faith and pluck,

And when he won

Men called it luck.

Anon.

Some one started the whole day wrong-

Was it you?

Some one robbed the day of its song-

Was it you?

Early this morning some one frowned;

Some one sulked until others scowled;

And soon harsh words were passed around-

Was if you?

some one started the day aright-

Was it you?

some one made it happy and bright-\Was it you?

Early this morning, we are told,

Some one smiled and all through the day-

Tis smile encouraged you and old-

Was it you?

Anon.

THE BOY'S IDEAL

I must've fit for a child to play with,

Fit for a yougster to walk away with,

Fit for his trust and fit to be

Reasy to take him upon my knee;

Whether I win or lose my fight,

Imust be fit for my boy at night.

I must be fit for a chils to come to,

Speech there is that I must be dumb to.

I must be fit for his eyes to see

He must find nothing of shame in me,

Whatefer I make of muself, I must

Square to my boy's unfaltering trust.

I must be fit for a child's glad greeting,

His are eyes that thereis no chrating'

He must behold me in efery test,

Not at my worst, burmy very best;

He must be proud when my life is done,

To have men know that he is my son.

Erwin Hirsch.

I gaze with hope and pride and joy

Upon my graduating boy,

And know a sudden mute relief

As deep as love, as sharp as grief:

Sharing his victory today,

I graduate from PTA!

Eleanor Graham Vance.

A Bible entry: "Born, a girl,"

A knitted shoe, a golden curl,

A wooly lamb, gay colored blocks,

some wee worn garments in a box

Some dog-eared books, a pair of skates,

Old photographs of all her mate,

Boarding-school letters full of jokes

And "love to all the dear home-folks,"

A glove, a program from a dance,

A rose pressed in an lof romance;

A rain of rice along the hall-

Tears on my cheeks and that is all!

Anon

Some fellows stay right in the rut

While others head the throng.

All men may be born equal but-

They don't stay that way long.

There is many a man with a gallant air,

Goes galloping to the fray;

But the valuable man is the man who's there

When the smoke has cleared away.

Some "don't get nuthin' out of life"

But when their whines begin,

We often can remind them that

They "don't put nothin' in."

Anon.

Joke with him who jostles you,

Smile on him who hurries you,

Laugh at him who pushes you,

It doesn't cost a cent!

Don't be carrying around that chip

Wink your eye and curve your lip

It doesn't cost a cent!

Don't be always first to rile

Your neighbor - give him just a smile,

It will cheer the dullest, while

It doesn't cost a cent!

Anon.

This day is mine to mar or make,

God keep me strong and true;

Let me no erring by-path take,

No doubtful action do.

Grant me when the setting sun

This fleeting day shall end,

I may rejoice o'r something done,

Be richer by a friend.

Let all I meet along the way

Speak well of me tonight.

I would not have the humblest say

I'd hurt him by a slight.

Let there be something true and fine

When night slips down to tell

That I have lived this day of mine

Not selfishly, but well.

Anonymous

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We must not hope to be mowers,

And to gather the ripe gold ears,

Unless we have first been sowers

And water the furrows with tears.

It is not just as we take it,

This mystical world of ours;

Life's field will yield as we make it,

A harvest of thorns or of flowers.

Goethe

Success is speaking words of praise

In cheering other's ways,

In doing just the best you can

With every task and every plan.

It's silence when your speech would hurt.

Politeness when your neighbor's curt.

It's deafness when the scandal flows,

And sympathy with others' woes.

It's loyalty when duty calls,

It's courage when disaster falls,

It's patience when the hours are long;

It's found in laughter and in song;

It's in the silent time of prayer,

In happiness and in despair

In all of life and nothing less

We find the thing we call success.

Anon