Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.
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 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 Wilcox