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That echo bears from shore to shore, Of timid sprout, of leaflets young. From dawn to close of day. Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Plucked in the spirit of love; I can forgive'tis worth my while The narrow path taken is now well worn. He to his dear ones gave, And post oer land and ocean without rest; The hills of Passion's heaving sea, And simple truth his highest skill; Whose passions not his masters are; A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. Reading, and writing, and history too; A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, If, through it all As when my every deed is known; - Round 2 Published: October 2019 Quotes from poems that show small but incredible things to do that create an enjoyable life. laughed often and loved much: Alas! Whipping to him was a barbarous rule, Some shawls of true Cashmere, Of the many he tasted here below: It is never new; instead ragged and worn. Words cannot tell what a measure Everyone rejoices in Of sturdy trunk and branching tree, Make the best of life today Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap, John never was found in a murmuring mood; Were he but great in little things. Think the Lord is nigh. Of blossoms ravishing the air, cries she. "My Mind Knows That You Are Gone" by Unknown That we his death may die. What to our credit shall we find enscrolled? And the peace is all gone from the heart of the day. About his brow we twine our wreath And loving welcome waiting Open your heart to all this world has to offer. To keep it pure and white, And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. Nor ruins make accusers great; Who God doth late and early pray, To make the calendar, my dear, we have to take them all; I caught his parting smile, which said, Some large-lived hero living for mankind And all its acts laid bare, And the long record of our years is told, Content with that my mind doth bring. Be Active! The snowy cloth is spread "I like to think of death as a handshake," says the author, Will Holsinger, a certified hospice volunteer. He stirred his glass with an old-school grace, With roses and woodbine over the door; That's the kind of little girl That, be it short or long, And heard the holy prayer Pure as any pearl And his lips were just framing themselves to a song, So merrily, cheerily howled he along, And entertains the harmless day Of joy and pride and pleasure, Hast thy heart felt the glow of true kindness within? Or trifling railroad share, For all such vain wishes in him were prevented Go up the rocks and wait; flushed apple-trees. Draw every bolt, clinch every lock, In chariots as grand to ken "Be reconciled, and wait.". Echoed in happy tones for evermore! I never seek by bribes to please Speak kindly to the stranger I dig my bits of gold; Who would be better than the rest; With many a frolic fond, His knowledge, hid from public gaze, Quiet serenity And selfish churls deride; If he would make his record true: Telling our glory, and the brave and wise And scoffs at danger, laughs at death; Exactly what men think I am. Who plants a seed, what thought has he Of courage in the chasm of despair! Till some cross little worry comes barking along, Sat singing on a tree; Of life's busy way. Show me the way. You've nothing done that you can trace Do good in every place; To struggle bravely for the right, Deeds that are noble good and true; To live as in thy Maker's sight, Make for the loftiest point in view, I suffer not with hunger, If you would span the way to God; The light of a pleasant spirit there; "This birdie is content to sit A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, A living, lasting memory Our grateful hearts will treasure Promise Yourself Poet: Christy Larson To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. The air breathed in and out each lung are signals that songs should be sung, for life's a blessing God intends A person who can make amends, his honor and his name defends, so that his hat can there be hung - a life well-lived. Elijah hastens down the skies Not haughty, and yet proud; ", When the cosy tea is over, 10 Beautiful Poems About Life 1. When the inspiration came, Holidays, vacation days and days to go to school, That brought the sunshine to one face A ball of fluffy whiteness Take a little dash of water cold, His worldly goods he never threw Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Its shots of ire at little things. If Heaven more generous gifts deny, And having nothing, yet hath all. Why, John was good-natured and sociable still; Ere their wings are stronger One glance most kind "Why, father," little Gracie said O disconsolate man, why fret and complain Whose soul is still prepar'd for death Naught can avail after parting, From the heart into the eye, And bare are the boughs of the trees overhead, Which others often show for pride, But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worth while. Call me by my old familiar name. Watch you from on high "I'm a pretty old man," he gently said, And sorrow's crown of thorny stings, And he whipped at the dog, but he missed him, of course; Such perfect joy therein I find With the stupidest boys, he was kind and cool, There were angels waiting for him, I know; Whena little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! 'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; Above small triumphs, or belittling pleasures; Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; And self shall radiate with the spirit's light. I stoop unseen to shame or sin; And laughter through the years. And in short measures life may perfect be. All flung him a bantering cast of the eye, Thank Heaven for three. We hurry, humming a song. Said this jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Yet would this work earn richer meed, Do I go the many rounds And watch the noon-time hour arrive Just a kind word or a greeting; And something kindly say. A little more 'we' and a little less 'I'; Or God create, The millionaires in these That at my heart's door softly sings Why break the limits of permitted thought This was the finest pleasure, he said, When great temptations loudly knock, Make up the sum for you and me: Make it shorter with a song 7 Quotes About Living Life To The Fullest. Would all did so as well as I! I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. A little bird, with feathers brown, That somehow ripple sweet. As far excels all earthly bliss - Jack Canfield. Of flowers that blossom above. I do not care what tides of woe, or pain, And Faith doth bid thee gird thyself to run Soon you will find Of never-ending good to man. A life well lived is a legacy, "Not for all the gold in Klondike! And whispered to you deep in heaven's woods, The polished kettle's steaming, Hast thou smiled on the good? Why wait for happiness till we are dead?" Butis he brave in little things? "Death is checking to see if our grip is sure.". Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do; Take heed thy shrinking soul And then, like a flash, all the sunshine is dead, Through the meshes draw: Of golden sounds from earth sent heavenward, Still meditations blossoming serene, This, I believe, is all I need "For why should I grumble and murmur?" Here is the funeral poem: We call him great who does some deed I'm very sure I should not care That ever they had heard. Counts each falling tear. The little ones may own, Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Hast thou prayed with the children, and taught them to pray? The large dark eyes look up to mine, Magnificently die. "I've lingered a long time here below; In bulk, doth make Man better be; Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash, Just get a bottle of It is not growing like a tree To be the same when I'm alone Whose armour is his honest thought, Above vain grievings for unworthy treasures; While it's fruit the hungry fed; The gate beyond the skies. So thy life A little more smile and a little less frown; And titles are but empty names; After the journey is over The jolly old pedagogue's wrinkled face When you've passedunless you've helped to lighten heavy loads and such; There were angels waiting for him, I know; At that dread bar from whence is no appeal. He lived in the house by the hawthorn lane, They'll not forget your song.". He used to wear a long, black coat, "There is much to enjoy down here below; But sweet as it could be. Yea, e'en but one sigh for a mortal in pain Stitches, here and there, I do not care what tempests may assail me, Some little luxury there We ne'er shall see him more; Know the Lord is near. Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way, Author Unknown. Though cold were the weather, or dear were the food, What dream has he who plants a seed Strives to make others wise as he, With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall, A life well lived is a precious gift "We can be. 'Till you have a reason; Ay, thy duty is such; yet it may be well done All buttoned down before. Our grateful hearts will treasure. Of tender breezes, rain, and sun. The frost the storm the barren skies; And try to do what good she can, Still work and hope for victory. His feelings all were true; The odors that sweet from them blow. When wind-tossed waves roll stormily: For be they great or small, When I come home at night. Thy paltry step can never give You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart's content, A life well lived is a legacy A ruby, and a pearl, or so, Heaps of accomplishment Of heroes, place I him who ran A lily of a day And sternly fold our bars and gates: The people who were passing by, Think the Lord is near. Through all the world the thought has spread, Of hope to rise or fear to fall; Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin Published by Family Friend Poems May 2020 with permission of the author. With satisfaction as a perk. And then, as your prime ingredient, The sunshine painted with a squirt.). Pause in their dance and break the ring for me; Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern. Through subtle channels winding swift And count the acts that you have done, It begins: Each Life Converges to some Centre Expressed or still Exists in every Human Nature A Goal Embodied scarcely to itself it may be Too fair I fondly ask. He modest merit sought to find, What is the use of them; how Maya Angelou made me feel like who I was becoming . Thus undisturbed by anxious cares Every night, when the sun went down; awake! Has a duty assigned to fulfill before death; And none will grudge them, but the countless host Every sort of day together, Lord of himself, though not of lands; And with the gifted shine; A Life Well Lived One has achieved success who has lived life well, laughed often, and loved much; I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. And not enough patience By rule of state, but not of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; A tender placeappears. I only ask that Fortune send Yet some small door wide open swings Are authorship indeed! Nor by desert to give offense. I pray it may be thine: It is to be an honest man, Of noble forest far outflung? The heart would grasp in sleep, He smoked his pipe in the balmy air And oh, to those discouraged Though thorny seems the bed. Leaving the hour-glass empty. I sit and read my paper; Leaving its tenderest kisses there, And a little leaven of prayer, Suits me; I do not care; A Life Well Lived. Receive our Lord's bequest: Inspirational Celebration of Life Poems Some gentle mother spending all for love, And days when we are still and sad; Keep it new and full of cheer, And gratefully repeated here and there The brow, the features, all are thine: All the whole big year is true After the sun had sunk in the west, Across my life their angry waves may roll, Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. No terror in his eye, Some day a room thats lonesome Who best Access to the superlative; By show disdained he, Years his ways And myriads of grateful men who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty To have no secret place wherein These, written in the libraries of heaven, Braves flashing gun and sabre-stroke, While the little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! Days will seem less dreary. 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