Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every….

See how time makes all grief decay..

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road..

Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain..

One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go..

Dreams grow holy put in action..

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain..

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'.

Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true..

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and f….

One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all..

Hours are golden links, God's token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done..

Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright, The stars can only shine In the dark night. Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the ….

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light..

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our di….

No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been..

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices L….

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet..

The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to rid….

Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none..

Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?.