That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxThe man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxAnd so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with abated breath And white, set face-a little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxTime sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox