Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxFeast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die
Ella Wheeler WilcoxHow happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox