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THE FATHER'S TREASURE
As round their dying father's bed
His sons attend, the peasant said:
"Children, deep hid from prying eyes,
A treasure in my vineyard lies;
When you have laid me in the grave,
Dig, search---and your reward you'll have."
"Father," cries one, "but where's the spot?"
---He sighs! he sinks! he answers not.
The tedious burial service o'er,
Home hie his sons, and straight explore
Each corner of the vineyard round;
Dig up, beat, break and sift the ground;
Yet though to search so well inclined,
Nor gold, nor treasure could they find;
But when the autumn next drew near,
A double vintage crowned the year.
"Now", quote the peasant's wisest son,
"Our father's legacy is known,
In yon rich purple grapes 'ti's seen,
Which, but for digging, ne'er had been.
"Then let us all reflect with pleasure,
That labor is the source of treasure."
HORSE SENSE
A horse can't pull while kicking.
This fact I merely mention.
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And he can't kick while pulling,
Which is my chief contention.
Let's imitate the good old horse
And lead a life that's fitting;
Just pull an honest load, and then
There'll be no time for kicking.
MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS
My mind to me a kingdom is
Such perfect joy therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That world affords or grows by kind.
Though much I want which most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
I see how plenty suffers oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all;
They get with toil, they keep with fear;
Such cares my mind could never bear.
Some have too much, yet still do crave,
I little have, and seek no more
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
I laugh not at another's loss,
I grudge not at another's gain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss,
My state at one doth still remain,
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;
I loathe not life, not dread no end.
My wealth is health and perfect ease,
My conscience clear my chief defense;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by desert to breed offence
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Thus do I live, thus will I die;
Would all did so, as well as I.
Edward Dyer (1543)
SONG IN TIME OF PLAGUE
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss!
This world uncertain is:
Fond are life's lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys.
None from his darts can fly;
I am sick, I must die---Lord, have mercy on us!
Rich men, trust not in wealth,
Gold cannot buy you health;
Physic himself must fade;
All things to end are made;
The plague full shift goes by;
I am sick, I must die---Lord, have mercy on us!
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen's eyes;
I am sick, I must die---Lord, have mercy on us!
Haste therefore each degree
To welcome destiny;
Heaven is our heritage,
Earth but a player's stage.
Mount we unto the sky;
I am sick, I must die----Lord, have mercy on us!
Thomas Nashe(1567)
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CONTENTMENT
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He that is down needs fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
TIME
Times an hand's-breadth; 'ti's a tale;
Ti's a vessel under sail;
Ti's an eagle in its way,
Darting down upon its prey;
Ti's an arrow in its flight,
Mocking the pursuing sight;
Ti's a short-lived fading flower;
Ti's a rainbow on a shower;
Ti's a momentary ray,
Smiling in a winter's day;
Ti's a torrents rapid stream;
Ti's a shadow, Ti's a dream;
Ti's the closing watch of night,
Dying at the rising light;
Ti's a bubble; Ti's a sigh
Be prepared, O Man! to die.
-John Wynne (1743)
AMBITION
What is ambition? "Tis a glorious cheat!
It seeks the chamber of the gifted boy,
And lifts his humble window, and comes in;
The narrow walls expand, and spread away Into a kingly palace, and the roof
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Lifts to the sky, and unseen fingers work
The ceilings with rich blazonry, and write His name in burning letters over all.
And ever, as he shuts his wildered eyes,
The phantom comes and lays upon his lids
A spell that murders sleep, and in his ear Whispers a deathless word, and on
his brain Breathes a fierce thirst no waters will allay.
He is its slave henceforth. His days are spent
In chaining down his heart, and watching where
To rise by human weaknesses.
His nights Bring him no rest in all their blessed hours.
His kindred are forgotten or estranged; Unhealthful fires burn constant in his
eye. His lip grows restless, and its smile is curled
Half into scorn till the bright, fiery boy,
That 'twas a daily blessing but to see,
His spirit was so bird-like and so pure, Is frozen, in the very flush of youth,
Into a cold, care-fretted, heartless man.
And what is its reward? At best, a name!
Praise ——when the ear has grown too dull to hear;
Gold ——when the senses it should please are dead;
Wreaths——when the hair they cover has grown gray;
Fame ——when the heart it should have thrilled is numb;
All things but love --- when love is all we want;
And close behind comes death, and here we know,
That even these unavailable gifts are ours,
He sends us, stripped and naked, to the grave.
Nathaniel P. Willis (1806)
THEN LAUGH
Build for yourself a strong box,
Fashion each part with care;
When it's strong as your hand can make it,
Put all your troubles there;
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Hide there all thought of your failures,
And each bitter cup that you quaff;
Lock all your heartaches within it,
Then sit on the lid and laugh.
Tell no one else its contents,
Never its secrets share;
When you've dropped in your care and worry,
Keep them forever there;
Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securelyThen sit on the lid and laugh.
Bertha A. Backus (fl. 1811)
THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT
It was six men in Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.
The First approached the elephant,
And, happening to fall
Against his brand and sturdy side,
At once began to brawl:
"God bless me! but the elephant
Is nothing but a wall!"
The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried: "Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ti's mighty clear
This wonder of an elephant
Is very like a spear!"
The Third approached the animal,
And, happening to take
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The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
"I see," quote he, "the elephant
Is very like a snake!"
The Fourth reached out his eager hand,
And felt about the knee:
"What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain," quoth he;
"Tis clear enough the elephant
Is very like a tree."
The Fifth, who changed to touch the ear,
Said: "E'en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an elephant
Is very like a fan!"
The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
"I see", quoth he, "the elephant
Is very like a rope!"
And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!
So, oft in theologic wars
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean
And prate about an elephant
Not one of them has seen!
-John Saxe (1816)
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ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
-Cecil F. Alexander (1818)
GOD, GIVE US MEN!
God, give us men! A time like this demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy;
Men who possess opinions and a will;
Men who have honor; men who will not lie;
Men who stand before a demagogue
And damn his treacherous flattering without winking!
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Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking;
For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds,
Mingle in selfish strife, lo! freedom weeps,
Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps.
-Josiah G. Holland (1819)
YOUR MISSION
If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountain, steep and high,
You can stand within the valley,
While the multitude go by.
You can chant in happy measure,
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the song.
If you cannot in the conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true,
If where the fire and smoke are thickest
There's no work for you to do,
When the battlefield is silent,
You can go with a careful tread;
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.
Do not then stand idly waiting
For some greater work to do;
Fortune is a lazy goddess,
She will never come to you.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare;
If you want a field of labor,
You can find it anywhere.
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Ellen M. Gates (1835)
EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY
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Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon his signet ring,
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which, if he held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every chnage and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these;
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" The King would say;
"Even this shall pass away."
Mid the revels of his court,
At the zenith of his court,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
He, amid his figs and wine,
Cried, "O loving friends of mine;,
Pleasures come, but not to stay;
"Even, this shall pass away."
Lady, fairest ever seen,
Was the bride he crowned his queen.
Pillowed on his marriage bed,
Softly to his soul he said:
"Though no bridegroom ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh must come to clay---Even this shall pass away."
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent.
Groaning from his tortured side,
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"Pain, is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away.
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubitz in the air,
Rose hus statue, carved in stone.
Then the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculpture name,
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay;
Even this shall pass away."
Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the Gates of Gold,
Said he with his dying breath,
"Life is done, but what is Death?"
Then in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."
*Theodore Tilton (1835)
THIS, TOO, SHALL PASS AWAY
When some sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows through your lofe with peace-destroying power,
And dearest thongs are swept from sight forever,
Say to your heart each trying hour:
"Even this shall pass away."
When ceaseless toil has hushed your song of gladness,
And you have grown almost too tired to pray,
Let this truth banish from your heart its sadness,
And ease the burdens of each trying day:
"Even this shall pass away."
When fortune smiles and full of mirth and pleasure,
The days are flitting by without a care,
Lest you should rest with only earthly treasure,
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Let these few words their fullest import bear:
"Even this shall pass away."
When earnest labor bring you fame and glory,
And all earth's noblest ones upon you smile,
Remember that life's longest, grandest story
Fills buy a moment in earth's little while:
"Even this shall pass away."
*Lanta Smith (1836)
BE STRONG
Be strong!
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, Ti's God's gift.
Be strong!
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.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not --- fight on! Tomorrow comes the song.
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Maltbie D. Babcock (1858)
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
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Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream --- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think --- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken
And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss;
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on",
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings --- nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds worth of distance run ---Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And --- which is more --- you'll be a Man, my son!
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Rudyard Kipling (1865)
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same;
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
*Robert Forst (1874)
IT COULDN'T BE DONE
Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tacked the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it,"
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
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There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done;
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The danges that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Edgar A. Guest (1881)
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