worth is in being, not seeming,--
In doing, each day that goes by,
Some little good--not in dreaming
Of great things to do by and by.
For whatever men say in their blindness,
And spite of the fancies of youth,
There's nothing so kingly as kindness,
And nothing so royal as truth.
Salutation to the Dawn
by Kalidasa, Indian Dramatist
to this day!
For it is life, the very life of life,
In its brief course
Lie all the verities and realities of your existence:
The bliss of growth
The glory of action
The splendor of beauty,
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow only a vision,
But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day!
Such is the salutation of the dawn.
by Diane R. Fornbacher
The fight for continued
is ever-present, never safe
and so very fulfilling.
To have lived in Love and
is the better choice than to have died,
Wondering if one had ever lived at all....
by Maltbie Davenport Babcock
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do, and loads to lift;
Shun not the struggle--Face it; 'tis God's gift.
Say not, " The days are evil. Who's to blame?"
And fold the hands and acquiesce--oh shame!
Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name.
In matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long,
Faint not, fight on!! Tomorrow comes the song!!
By Diane R. Fornbacher
Oh Peaceful Day,
I feel you nearer to my soul.
How long I toiled in
How long I fretted over
The years--so very long
But I am alive!
I am still here!
What a mighty fine and
special soul I must have
To finally be able to experience
this beauteous peace....
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell of the clutch
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my Fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Frank L. Stanton
If you strike a thorn or
If it hails or if it snows,
'Taint no use to sit an' whine
When the fish ain't on your line;
Bait your hook an' keep a-tryin'--
When the weather kills your
Though 'tis work to reach the top,
S'pose you're out of every dime,
Gittin broke ain;t no crime;
Tell the world you're feeling prime--
When it looks like all is
Drain the sweetness from the cup,
See the wild birds on the wing,
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like sighin', sing--