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A Poem on Choices by Laozi

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Or fame or life,
Which do you hold more dear?
Or life or wealth,
To which would you adhere?
Keep life and lose those other things;
Keep them and lose your life:—which brings
Sorrow and pain more near?

Thus we may see,
Who cleaves to fame
Rejects what is more great;
Who loves large stores
Gives up the richer state.

Who is content
Needs fear no shame.
Who knows to stop
Incurs no blame.
From danger free
Long live shall he.

Who thinks his great achievements poor
Shall find his vigour long endure.
Of greatest fulness, deemed a void,
Exhaustion ne’er shall stem the tide.
Do thou what’s straight still crooked deem;
Thy greatest art still stupid seem,
And eloquence a stammering scream.

Can You Sing a Song ~ Inspiring Poem

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Can You Sing A Song

by Joseph Morris.

Can you sing a song to greet the sun,
Can you cheerily tackle the work to be done, Can you vision it finished when only begun,
Can you sing a song?
Can you sing a song when the day’s half through, When even the thought of the rest wearies you, With so little done and so much to do,
Can you sing a song?
Can you sing a song at the close of the day, When weary and tired, the work’s put away, With the joy that it’s done the best of the pay,
Can you sing a song?

Unsubdued ~ Poem about Never Quitting

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Unsubdued

S.E. Kiser

 I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,
    To the will I have added the deed;
  The best that was in me I’ve given,
    I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.

  I have dared and reached only disaster,
    I have battled and broken my lance;
  I am bruised by a pitiless master
    That the weak and the timid call Chance.

  I am old, I am bent, I am cheated
    Of all that Youth urged me to win;
  But name me not with the defeated,
    To-morrow again, I begin.

Just Be Glad ~ Poem about Hope

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 Just Be Glad

James Whitcomb Riley

O heart of mine, we shouldn’t
      Worry so!
  What we’ve missed of calm we couldn’t
      Have, you know!
  What we’ve met of stormy pain,
  And of sorrow’s driving rain,
  We can better meet again,
      If it blow!

  We have erred in that dark hour
      We have known,
  When our tears fell with the shower,
      All alone!—
  Were not shine and shower blent
  As the gracious Master meant?—
  Let us temper our content
      With His own.

  For, we know, not every morrow
      Can be sad;
  So, forgetting all the sorrow
      We have had,
  Let us fold away our fears,
  And put by our foolish tears,
  And through all the coming years
      Just be glad.

Four Things ~ Poem by Henry Van Dyke

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 Four Things

by Henry Van Dyke

Four things a man must learn to do
  If he would make his record true:
  To think without confusion clearly;
  To love his fellow-men sincerely;
  To act from honest motives purely;
  To trust in God and Heaven securely.

“Heaven Haven” Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Heaven Haven

I HAVE desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

By: Gerard Manley Hopkins

Poem: Be The Best of Whatever You Are

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Be The Best of Whatever You Are

by Douglas Malloch

If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill
    Be a scrub in the valley—but be
  The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
    Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

  If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
    And some highway some happier make;
  If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass—
    But the liveliest bass in the lake!

  We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
    There’s something for all of us here.
  There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
    And the task we must do is the near.

  If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
    If you can’t be the sun be a star;
  It isn’t by size that you win or you fail—
    Be the best of whatever you are!

The Divine Image – Poem by William Blake

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The Divine Image

by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is Man, his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine,
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

 

 

“I Shall Keep on Singing” by Emily Dickinson

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I Shall Keep Singing

I shall keep singing!
I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
On their way to Yellower Climes –
Each — with a Robin’s expectation –
I — with my Redbreast –
And my Rhymes –

Late — when I take my place in summer –
But — I shall bring a fuller tune –
Vespers — are sweeter than Matins — Signor –
Morning — only the seed of Noon –

By: Emily Dickinson

Poem on Happiness ~ Buddha

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“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. “

– Lord Buddha

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