1. You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes.
I know that the bird chirps none the less,
When all that he finds is crumbs.
You have to believe that winds will blow,
Believe in the grass, the days of snow,
Ah, that's the reason the bird can sing:
On his darkest day HE BELIEVES IN SPRING.
You have to believe in happiness,
It isn't an outward thing;
The spring never makes the song, I guess,
As much as the song makes the spring.
Aye, man's heart could find content,
If it saw the joy on the road it went,
The joy ahead when it had to grieve,
For the JOY IS THERE -- but YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE.
2. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths, in feelings, not in figures on the dial; we should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who THINKS most, FEELS the noblest, ACTS the best.
3. You can never tell what your THOUGHTS will do In bringing hate or love; For THOUGHTS ARE THINGS, and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universe, -- EACH THING MUST CREATE ITS KIND: And they speed o'er the track to bring you back Whatever went out from your mind.
4. And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lay; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
Now is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, In every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green.
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache; The soul partakes the season's youth, And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.
5. He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labors increase; To added affliction He addeth his mercy, To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father's full giving is only begun.
His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His power no boundary known unto men; For out of his infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again.
6. WHEN ONCE THOU HAST CONCEIVED AND DETERMINED THY MISSION WITHIN THY SOUL, LET NAUGHT ARREST THY STEPS.
7. FAITH NEVER FAILS: It is a miracle worker. It looks beyond all boundaries, transcends all limitations, penetrates all obstacles and sees the goal.
8. To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till HOPE CREATES FROM ITS OWN WRECK THE THING IT CONTEMPLATES; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This is, like thy glory, Titan, to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
9. To know all is to forgive all --
10. If I knew you and you knew me,
If both of us could clearly see
And with an inner sight divine
The meaning of your heart and mine
I'm sure that we should differ less
And clasp our hands in friendliness.
If I knew you and you knew me,
As each one knows his own self, we
Could look each other in the face
And see therein a truer grace.
Life has so many hidden woes,
So many thorns for every rose;
The "why" of things our hearts would see,
If I knew you and you knew me.
11. Two persons will not be friends long if they cannot forgive each other's failings.
- La Bruyere
12. TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE, AND IT MUST FOLLOW, AS THE NIGHT THE DAY, THOU CANST NOT THEN BE FALSE TO ANY MAN.
13. I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show a fellow being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
14. To the special few:
Oh, the comfort -- the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
15. The test of friendship is its fidelity when every charm of fortune and environment has been spent away, and the bare, undraped character alone remains; if love still holds steadfast, and the joy of companionship survives in such an hour, the fellowship becomes a beautiful prophecy of immortality.
16. "There is but one humanity. All are interrelated, parts of one great whole. Aiding a fellow human is merely aiding a small division of one's own larger spiritual self. Hurting another only hurts one's self."
17. "Each individual has some contribution to make to life and to each person he comes in contact with."
18. The mistake we make, is when we seek to be beloved, instead of loving. What makes us cowardly, is the fear of losing that love.
19. LOVE IS NOT LOVE WHICH ALTERS WHEN IT ALTERATION FINDS.
20. Do you know you have asked the costliest thing
Ever made by the hand above --
A woman's heart, and a woman's life,
And a woman's wonderful love?
Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing
As a child might ask for a toy --
Demanding what others have died to win,
With the reckless dash of a boy?
You have written my lesson of duty out,
Man-like you have questioned me;
Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul
Until I shall question thee.
You require your mutton shall always be hot,
Your socks and your shirts shall be whole;
I require your heart to be true as God's stars,
And pure as heaven your soul.
You require a cook for your mutton and beef;
I require a far better thing.
A seamstress you're wanting for stockings and shirts;
I look for a man and a king --
A king for a beautiful realm called home,
And a man that the Maker, God,
Shall look upon as he did the first,
And say, "It is very good."
I am fair and young, but the rose will fade
From my soft, young cheek one day;
Will you love me, then, mid falling leaves,
As you did 'mid the bloom of May?
Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,
I may launch my all on its tide?
A loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the day she is made a bride.
I require all things that are grand and true,
All things that a man should be;
If you give this all, I would stake my life
To be all you demand of me.
If you cannot do this -- a laundress and cook
You can hire with little to pay;
But a woman's heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way.
21. Can you say this -- honestly?
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts, fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known
To which time will but make thee more dear.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
22. If Love should count you worthy, and should deign
One day to seek your door and be your guest,
Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,
If in your old content you would remain.
For not alone he enters; in his train
Are angels of the mists, the onely quest,
Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed,
And sorrow, and Life's immemorial pain.
He wakes desires you never may forget,
He shows you stars you never saw before,
He makes you share with him, for evermore,
The burden of the world's divine regret.
How wise you were to open not! and yet,
How poor if you should turn him from the door.
23. ALL THAT I HAVE I GIVE WITH LOVE UNSPOKEN.
ALL THAT I ASK -- YOU KEEP THE FAITH UNBROKEN.