Recipe for a happy life . They have not perished — no!Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet. Smiles, radiant long features, the great souls apparent seat. — Bryant. T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear!T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. _____ —Ellen C. HowARTH. Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,Of moonlit wave and willowy way. Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves. And smiles and tones more deaf than they! ____ —Whittier. His years with others must the sweeter beFor those bfief days he spent in loving me. ___ —George Eliot. For hop
Recipe for a happy life . They have not perished — no!Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet. Smiles, radiant long features, the great souls apparent seat. — Bryant. T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear!T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. _____ —Ellen C. HowARTH. Ah! memories of sweet summer eves,Of moonlit wave and willowy way. Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves. And smiles and tones more deaf than they! ____ —Whittier. His years with others must the sweeter beFor those bfief days he spent in loving me. ___ —George Eliot. For hope shall brighten days to come. And memory gild the past. — 29 Of ^caaani (Jtlemorg anb of l^o^jef^tee goob btac^ms The Hope Indomitable King Hassan, well beloved, was wont to say. When aught went wrong or any labor failed:Tomorrow, friends, will be another day ! And in that faith he slept, and so live this proverb! While the world shall roll. Tomorrows fresh shall rise from out the nightAnd new-baptize the indomitable soul With courage for its never-ending one, I say, is conquered till he yields. And yield he need not, while, like mist from glass,God wipes the stain of lifes old battle-fields From every morning that he brings to day, new hope, new courage! Let this be, O soul, thy cheerful creed. Whats all its shards and wrack and grief to thee ? Forget it, then — here lies the victors way. _____ —Selected. Yet where an equal poise of hope and fearDoes arbitrate the event, my nature isThat I incline to hope rather than fear. — Milton. W ^feasattf (Wtcmorg onb of l^ot^^i^tu 0oob brac^ms KAL
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