Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?
All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today
O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood's house.