Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
The night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!
The present is the blocks with which we build.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted wholly vain If rising on its wrecks at last To something nobler we attain.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
Ah to build to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Trust no future howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.
The Children's HourBetween the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.I hear in the chamber above meThe...
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice,...
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeon,In the round-tower of my heart,And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shal...
The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.
Think of your woods and orchards without birds!Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beamsAs in an idiot's brain remembered wordsHang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.