The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWe ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxThere are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxOne ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox