Mourn not for the vanished ages with their grand, heroic men, who dwell in history's pages and live in the poets pen for the grandest times are before us and the world is yet to see the noblest work of this old earth in the men that are to be.

There was hell in her eyes! She was worn and jaded Her soul is at war with the life she has led. As I looked on that face so strangely faded I wonder God did not strike me dead.

The art of being kind is all the world needs.

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.