| THOUGHTS TO THINK ABOUT |
| THOUGHTS TO THINK ABOUT |
| LIFE'S HURDLES Be thankful that there are hurdles in life. Rejoice in the fact that they are higher than most people like to jump. Be grateful for the fact that there are so many of them. It is those hurdles that give you a chance to work your way to the front. They are your friends, your allies. They trip up the horde that would outstrip you if those hurdles were not there. The hurdles of life are set out for a purpose. They are a part of the grand scheme of things. Take them as they come, with a prayer the nerve-power, heart-power and the leg-power to negotiate each of them as you come to it. .....Anon. |
| SONG TO LOVE They say it is better to love and lose Than never to love at all; That it's better to climb to the heights of bliss Though you know that it means a fall. So here's to love-if it live or it die, Let us gallantly play our parts! While it lasts, let us smile; if it die, let's not weep, But bury it deep in our hearts. .....Elizabeth Laxson. |
| THESE THINGS Now I must put these thoughts of you away, Safely, in some lacquered box of time, That they may rest secure against the day When I can take them out and claim as mine. The way your eyes held all the glowing light Of stars against a dark and velvet sky, The way you walked beside me in the night, These memories of you I must lay by. And with them, too, the sudden surge of joy That flamed wihin my heart at sight of you, The lovely dreams that time cannot destroy, The golden days in Autumn that we knew. I place them here and gently turn the key, These things that mean so very much to me. ...Catherine E. Berry. |
| Dost thou feel the slings and arrows By outrageous fortune cast? Doth it cloud thy sky with sorrows And embitter all thy past? Art thou growing wearyhearted With the toils that will not cease? Dost thou think thy soul has parted For all time with joy and peace? Think not thus though toils environ; Others have the same withstood. "Tis by constant blows that iron Grows more powerful for good. Every tree is fuller fruited For the wound of pruning shears, Every tree is firmer rooted By the tempest of the years. So that though the world grows colder And thy bosom friends be less, Thou to every true beholder Shall increase in comeliness. |
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