For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.

... love moves the world along.

Whatever your work and whatever its worth, No matter how strong or clever, Some one will sneer if you pause to hear, And scoff at your best endeavor. For the target art has a broad expanse, And wherever you chance to hit it, Though close be your aim to the bull's-eye fame, There are those who will never admit it.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

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.