And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build.

But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!.

You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though on….

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your….

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest..

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight..

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all..

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart..

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled….

For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake..

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm..

I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The ….

Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!.

Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?.

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before..

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?.

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small..

For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight..

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!.

Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the ….