Every life a delight . ure,riches, and conquests are confined to their own heart-world. I have ease and I have health, And I have spirits light as air,And more than wisdom, more than wealth— A merry heart that laughs at care. A good heart is worth more than gold; it makes gold; itcommands things richer and purer than gold; it is the greatesttreasure on earth. If a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heartis a letter of credit. The world has no banking house thatwill turn down a good heart, at least for long. Each heart is a world in itself. There are hearts stored withenergy enough
Every life a delight . ure,riches, and conquests are confined to their own heart-world. I have ease and I have health, And I have spirits light as air,And more than wisdom, more than wealth— A merry heart that laughs at care. A good heart is worth more than gold; it makes gold; itcommands things richer and purer than gold; it is the greatesttreasure on earth. If a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heartis a letter of credit. The world has no banking house thatwill turn down a good heart, at least for long. Each heart is a world in itself. There are hearts stored withenergy enough to move the world and make heaven take are hearts as beautiful in holiness as the heart of anangel, and as generous in love, within human limitations, as thelove of God. There are hearts which abide in youth like sunshine and may fail, wit lose its keenness, fancy its wing, and in-tellect its acuteness, but the heart still stands forth in all thefreshness and beauty of lifes morning hour. 226. BEAUTY HEART-DEEP Pleadings of the Heart Each heart is cast in its own mold and is master of the breastwherein it beats. No man is greater than his heart, and so farfrom commanding it, he is forced to obey it. It follows that aright heart is the most important thing in the world, for, Ifwrong our hearts, our heads are right in vain. MY CLAIM I ve filed my claim to riches rare,The riches than can neer take wing, That none can from its owner tear,And none its worth away can fling. In archives strong my claim is writIn pigments that can never fade; With lambent flame the vault is lit, Unwatched by guards, secure from raid. No limit to my claim I place; The riches rise in boundless store;No rivals cunning scheme I trace; None can make less, or need make more. Unchanging as eternal hills, The riches claimed shall ever stand; In measureless supply it fills The soul, the life, the head, the hand. If on the earth I longer stay, Firm-held, much-prized shall be my claim;O
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