There are loyal hearts; there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
 
Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A Strength in your utmost need;
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your word and deed.
 
Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.
 
Give sorrow and pity to those who mourn;
You will gather in flowers again’
The scattered seeds of your thought out borne,
Though the sowing seemed but vain.
 
For life is the mirror of king and slave-
‘Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best you have,
And the best will come back to you.
Mary Ainge De Vere

There’s a town called Don’t- you-worry,
On the banks of River smile;
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
 
Where the Never-Grumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne’er-Give-Up and Patience
Point their faces to the sky.
 
In the valley of Contentment,
In the province of I-Will,
You will find this lovely city,
At the foot of No-Fret Hill.
 
There are thoroughfares delightful
In this very charming town,
And on every hand are shade trees
Named the very-Seldom-Frown.
 
Rustic benches quite enticing
You’ll find scattered here and there;
And to each a vine is clinging
Called the Frequent-Earnest-Prayer.
 
Everybody there is happy
And is singing all the while,
In the town of Don’t-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile.
J. Bartlett

Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.
 
Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.
 
But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And see the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.
 
God surely planned the pattern;
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.
 
He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.
 
Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why
 
The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

I want to give you something, my child,
for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart,
and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that
I could buy your heart with my gifts.
 
Young is your life, your path long, and
you drink the love we bring you at one draught
and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates.
What harm is there if you have no time
or thought for us.
 
We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age
to count the days that are past,
to cherish in our hearts what our
hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song,
breaking through all barriers.
But the mountain stays and remembers,
and follows her with his love. 

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone. And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
She knows I like her just as well
As in the days when I rang her bell, And she rang mine.
We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jane"
"Just to show that I'm thinking of her" But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner-yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir-"
"Jane died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend. If you love someone, tell them.
Remember always to say "what you mean".
Never be afraid to express yourself.
Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you.
Seize the day and have no regrets.
Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family,
They have helped to make you the person you are today,
What it's all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends.
Let it make a difference in your day and theirs
Henson Towne