Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee, Doth bear us on his shoulders for a time. There is no path too steep for him to climb, With strong, lithe limbs, as agile and as free,...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder and desire, To feed with dreams the heart's perpetual fire;...
Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder? Does anyone weep on a day like this, With the sun above and the green earth under? Why, what is life but a dream of bliss? ...
Life is too short for any vain regretting; Let dead delight bury its dead, I say, And let us go upon our way forgetting The joys and sorrows of each yesterday Between the swift sun's rising and its setting...
'Hurry up!' No lingering by old doors of doubt - No loitering by the way, No waiting a To-morrow car, When you can board To-day. Success is somewhere down the track; Before the chance is gone...
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow, And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain. ...
The hand that fashioned me, tuned my ear To chord with the major key, In the darkest moments of life I hear Strains of courage, and hope, and cheer From choirs that I cannot see....
Like an opera-house is the world, I ween, Where the passionate lover of music is seen In the balcony near the roof: While the very best seat in the first stage-box...
This game of life is a dangerous play, Each human soul must watch alway, From the first to the very last. I care not however strong and pure - Let no man say he is perfectly sure...
When the motive is right and the will is strong There are no limits to human power; For that great Force back of us moves along And takes us with it, in trial's hour. ...
When God created this good world A few stupendous peaks were hurled From His strong hand, and they remain The wonder of the level plain. But these colossal heights are rare,...
Now we must part, my Lippo. Even so, I grieve to see thy sudden pained surprise; Gaze not on me with such accusing eyes - 'T was thine own hand which dealt dear Love's death-blow. ...
Every morning and every night There passes our window near the street, A little girl with an eye so bright, And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet! The daintiest, jauntiest little miss...
Every morning and every night There passes our window near the street, A little girl with an eye so bright, And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet; The daintiest, jauntiest little miss...
Whether you frolic with comrade boys, Or sit at your studies, or play with toys, Whatever your station, or place, or sphere, For just one purpose God sent you here; And always and ever, you are to me -...
Do you remember the name I wore - The old pet-name of Little Queen - In the dear, dead days that are no more, The happiest days of our lives, I ween? For we loved with that passionate love of youth...