To those who prattle of despair
Some friend, methinks, might wisely say:
Each day, no question, has its care,
But also every care its day.
--John Sterling.
What imports
Fasting or feasting? Do thy day's work; dare
Refuse no help thereto; since help refused
Is hindrance sought and found.
--Robert Browning.
I go to prove my soul!
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive! What time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
--Robert Browning.
Art thou in misery, brother? Then, I pray,
Be comforted; thy grief shall pass away.
Art thou elated? Ah! be not too gay;
Temper thy joy; this, too, shall pass away.
Whate'er thou art, where'er thy footsteps stray,
Heed the wise words: "This, too, shall pass away."
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths,
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things--God.
--Philip James Bailey.