Poems of Progress by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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page 55 of 107 (51%)
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Give us the mastery of our fate
In thoughts so warm and white, They stamp upon the brows of hate Love's glorious seal of light. Give us the strong, courageous faith That makes of pain a friend, And calls the secret word of death 'Beginning,' and not 'end.' WHAT IS RIGHT LIVING? What is right living? Just to do your best When worst seems easier. To bear the ills Of daily life with patient cheerfulness Nor waste dear time recounting them. To talk Of hopeful things when doubt is in the air. To count your blessings often, giving thanks, And to accept your sorrows silently, Nor question why you suffer. To accept The whole of life as one perfected plan, And welcome each event as part of it. To work, and love your work; to trust, to pray For larger usefulness and clearer sight. This is right living, pleasing in God's eyes, |
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