Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great Creator's hand, Thither by earthquakes hurled.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxI think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement to the tower Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxIt is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back
Ella Wheeler Wilcox