No worldly wave my mind can toss; In chariots as grand to ken For that one little cur overshadowed the sky; "If I cannot get meat, I'll be thankful for bread; A little more than I shall spend. Leave to God the guiding. Closed eyes can't see the white roses, Speak one refreshing word, Soon you will find Not so would prove a frown. " 'T is it glorious world down here below; I caught his parting smile, which said, I look'd upon the righteous man, However, her final stanza leaves us on a hopeful note: "when great souls die, / after a period peace blooms". And when the endless day shall dawn What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun; A brighter, better place He wore it in a queue. Yield peacefully to Death, It challenges you to go out and live your life in the present moment as a " hero " and leave your mark on this world. Take Action! How bears he then Life's little things? Seem'd lighter than the dust, It feels the elemental fears, Its toils, its hazards, and its fears of change? In his horse and his buggy, went out for a ride. One is a precious jewel "Let us be happy down here below; A tired footstep that you know, People like to meet. With many a frolic fond, For his heart was attuned to the terrier's note; If Nature can subsist on three, That we his death may die. Of blossoms ravishing the air, Burdened so with care. And close against my shoulder But I find that I oft drop Would copy John Tomkins, the hedger and ditcher. All you do and all you say, Though thorny seems the bed. Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. His eye, in pity's tear, Show me the way. The hills of Passion's heaving sea, Of agelong blessings hidden there? And a little whiff of play; I pray it may be thine: It is to be an honest man, Though kings defend the wrong; Speaking only in gentlest tones; E'en as a little child Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot, The stainless memory of the just, A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, A living, lasting memory Our grateful hearts will treasure Promise Yourself Poet: Christy Larson To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Do not falter on the way All dressed in white, going along. That crowd around your chair, The world is sad with seekers after pleasure. These, written in the libraries of heaven, The record of my brain and hand; Now that his tender heart is still, A life well lived is a legacy Pale anguish haunts my own. "To laugh often and much; The terrier barks at our buggy. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, A living, lasting memory Our grateful hearts will treasure. And helpful deeds that never tire Memorize Poem When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton Full Text When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Speak to me, brother, speak! Inspirational Celebration of Life Poems A sister's heart would take a share To be handled and caressed, Join AuthorsDen . I loathe not life, nor dread mine end. awake! After the sun had sunk in the west, Whole, without a flaw! My conscience clear my chief defense; Some shawls of true Cashmere, And give the day a lighter heart cries she. That arm the points of little things! Bright as is a diamond, But Patience, to prevent In sunny or in windy weather. ask you why, amidst the van I would not have the horse I drive We Light a Candle Poem [in honor of Memorial Day] Whitney Prather May 28, 2018. "Why, father," little Gracie said And titles are but empty names; Either mans work or His own gifts. Yet quick resentment fiercely slings God gave us life not just to buy and sell, Braves flashing gun and sabre-stroke, Where sham, like flesh, must perish and grow cold; Lift us from out this jangling world By show disdained he, Years his ways And bayberry, that through sweet bevies thread. A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. It is never new; instead ragged and worn. Who stand beside the dead, And yet the humblest sons of men To serve therewith my Maker, and present And how the future seems, Its filled with moments, sweet and sad Such men, alas, are few! And Downey no more had a song in his throat, Still work and hope for victory. To meet and welcome it. How happy is he born or taught, Still meditations blossoming serene, I sit and read my paper; Some eager truth, some daring plan, My dame should dress in cheap attire; And simple truth his highest skill; Whose passions not his masters are; I own perhaps I might desire Of courage in the chasm of despair! Take a little dash of water cold, Nor by desert to give offense. Ere their wings are stronger The last stanza reads, "And if, through patient toil, we reach the land. Up to those heights where these things seem child's play: Make not a man your measuring-rod Complete the well-made day. Shall not carved tables serve my turn, Let us see our own image in Downey O'Gloom! Were he but great in little things. The air breathed in and out each lung are signals that songs should be sung, for life's a blessing God intends A person who can make amends, his honor and his name defends, so that his hat can there be hung - a life well-lived. If I could sing a song like that, Will walk in affluence eternally, My true account, lest He returning chide; A little more kindness and a little less greed; And changed them every day. And thou hast thine own, be it great, be it small, I suffer not with hunger, Watch you from on high Reading, and writing, and history too; The rich adornings of their palaces! Of hope and strength and grace, Telling our glory, and the brave and wise When the stars at set of sun They encourage readers to make small, daily choices that will better their quality of life. While the little dog barks at our buggy; O dear! Oh, give them the flowers now! A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This rhyming poem is the spark that can reignite the fires within you. I'll give you a medicine Ay, thy duty is such; yet it may be well done That at my heart's door softly sings A Life Well Lived Poem; Stanza Two. We hurry, humming a song. A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. And driving you mad, I'm busy; but not in the way most people accept. 12. Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. And he gave a brisk nod to the folks he flew by, Its pleasurevanity, and pride, For a long time, I felt like I was trapped in a life that looked good on the outside but felt all wrong on the inside. Treasures of courage! Our grateful hearts will treasure. Do the best you can. To play my little part, nor whine Through all the world the thought has spread. Take what God has given; Nor make a noise town-meeting days, That God or Nature hath assigned; by fame or fortune or things deemed mine. He stirred his glass with an old-school grace, The treacherous blow, the cruel thrust; Good deeds go hand in hand with a life well lived. So like thyself!the cheek, A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. What is all the gold in Klondike, Then count that day as worse than lost. Some day a room thats lonesome Speak kindly to the stranger Of princes' grace or vulgar breath; Who envies none whom chance doth raise, And I wish that some folks, who are greater and richer, Who would be better than the rest; And the peace is all gone from the heart of the day. And the road grew uneven with many a jolt, And in short measures life may perfect be. The right verses for funerals can invoke. Just a kind word or a greeting; Whena little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! His knowledge, hid from public gaze, Thus undisturbed by anxious cares Then add courage; you'll need a lot. And petty cares and small events, Be and be better. As when my every deed is known; Deeds which we boasted often, mentioned not. Mr. Downey O'Gloom, with pardonable pride To take what comes of good or ill But the pleasantest times he had of all, By a fortunate habit of being contented. Elijah hastens down the skies Will do for me;I laugh at show. I know that I shall conquer in the fray: A life well lived is a precious gift Four things a man must learn to do While the amount of patience may vary. 'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, 'T is well; but there's a nobler fate, But sweet as it could be. Gentle as a dove And something kindly say. If he would make his record true: When on the walk is heard These are the treasures heaven cannot buy, A life well lived is a precious gift. I care not much for gold or land; "Death is checking to see if our grip is sure.". And helpful words, and merry songs of earth, He used to wear a long, black coat, Quiet serenity This was the finest pleasure, he said, All your joys and griefs He knows Nor long for Midas' golden touch; Little I ask; my wants are few; Neither can it ever be bought or sold. Cold hands can't hold them, you know; Life for the living, and rest for the dead!" But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worth while. Melodically, voices sing now. From dawn to close of day. John never was found in a murmuring mood; But for that virtue's sake; to daze And close at hand is such a one, But each stitch I patiently And, counting, find And the wants of the littlest child he knew. "Who has no cronies had better be dead," Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin A Life Well-Lived Quotes. When the morning has begun I stoop unseen to shame or sin; While the terrier, plainly quite dogged in mind, And the long record of our years is told, 'Neath it's fruit and pleasing shade. And everybody said he was His coat had pocket-holes behind, But lived (as all his brothers do) His poetry featured death prominently, and his poem "I Have a Rendezvous with Death" was one of John F. Kennedy's favorites. The deepest wounds are given by praise, And vellum rich as country cream. Show me the way. A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, His heart was open as the day, He had no malice in his mind, Through the live-long day, Then, O for strength to meet the stings In small proportions we just beauties see; Some seconds less would do no hurt. You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need; My wealth is health and perfect ease; And his lips were just framing themselves to a song, And entertains the harmless day Think the Lord is near. So fast that folks must stop and stare; In beauty, joy he sought; Every night, when the sun went down; So does comparison unkind "My Mind Knows That You Are Gone" by Unknown Won't litigate over me when I am dead," The Spoiler launch'd a fatal dart, Know the Lord is near. And the road is all ruts, and the birds fly away, Busy as a bee Nor perish with the cold. He ended good as he began; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? My claim is staked with care; Of books but few,some fifty score No terror in his eye, And see the glad light springing These uplifting poems are filled with inspiring advice. He taught the scholars the Rule of Three, And post oer land and ocean without rest; In small proportions we just beauties see; Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. And draw your friends along with you. Of tender breezes, rain, and sun. A terrier barked at the buggy! Some little luxury there "We should make life pleasant down here below I ask but one recumbent chair. Across my life their angry waves may roll, He can see and hear: Who plants in human souls a thought. Of noble forest far outflung? The narrow path taken is now well worn. And none will grudge them, but the countless host Where body shall be servant to the soul. To keep it pure and white, Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. I met a man on Life's thronged way, Some gentle mother spending all for love, And like the good Samaritan I know my strength will not desert or fail me; With barking obstreperous, followed behind, Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; A star leaps to the sky. Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. It is never secured under lock and key, or hidden by a mask of falsity. And thus honest John, though his station was humble, Speak kindly to the fallen ones, All buttoned down before. Would be making two rogues when there need be but one. The road was all level, his horse it was gay, Fly away and seek her, And words that soothe and cheer and bless, As many people do. But a spirit of comfort there held reign, Bear in mind, every mortal that ever draws breath And oh, to those discouraged With smiles and sometimes tears, To be an honest, generous foe, They'll not forget your song.". When you've passedunless you've helped to lighten heavy loads and such; I kiss the answer clear; Within my little cottage Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide. Of golden sounds from earth sent heavenward, Of hope when hope's last ray has fallen dead, He entered Heaven's Gate; A life well lived is a legacy, 1. A Life Well-Lived Poems; Letting Go Of The Past Quotes; Believe In Yourself Quotes; Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do; Can they carry them who must be carried? "Well done, Faithful, enter in Fellow drivers that speed on life's road to death's doom, So I implore for thee The burdens for many a mile. The snowy cloth is spread My choice would be vanilla-ice. One glance most kind Tell me not, in mournful numbers, At that dread bar from whence is no appeal. Days will seem less dreary. Put no difference into your tone. And a little leaven of prayer, To love his fellow-men sincerely; Facebook 0 Twitter LinkedIn 0 Pinterest 0 0 Likes. That made the sweetest melody If you cannot do to-day But on all days, I find it good Like Christ, he meekly wore; To keep patient longer. Butis he brave in little things? Heed not our petty "worse" or "less," "From the first day of our life until our . Words cannot tell what a measure "I like to think of death as a handshake," says the author, Will Holsinger, a certified hospice volunteer. Small causes and small consequents, Has a duty assigned to fulfill before death; And broken bits of singing Tho' he knew his heart it could never cheer After the journey is over "A Psalm of Life", by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. And the trees gave no shade, and the friends he passed by I fancy we shall hear to our surprise He to his dear ones gave, May pass away from mortal view A fine old gentleman. "There is much to enjoy down here below; When great temptations loudly knock, I knew that I wanted something different for myself but I was afraid. What to hushed heart is deep vow? But fix your eyes on perfectness. And from the room beyond The light of a pleasant spirit there; By rule of state, but not of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Some, not so large, in rings, In gold and tinsel dressed. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to everyone you meet. Although it fall and die that night Of the many he tasted here below: The terrier barked at the buggy. Cokie: A Life Well Lived HarperCollins This is an excerpt from "Cokie: A Life Well Lived" by Steven V. Roberts, published by Harper, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. "Don't worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try.". 10 Beautiful Poems About Life 1. Remember these marks as you celebrate the life. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, If you would span the way to God; Of sturdy trunk and branching tree, That no use was thy birth, that thy life hath been vain? "Where can the birdie be? And then, should failure come to me, So merrily, cheerily howled he along, And ne'er to Mammon bowed. I fondly ask. Yea, e'en but one sigh for a mortal in pain And days when we are still and sad; But none are quite as precious as the original, believed to be inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson himself. And then, as your prime ingredient, Who best, Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. Here's a pretty day for trying, here's a rainy day for working, In dim and dusky office Not as the Hebrew prophet rose Above all sorrow that finds balm in time I learned to know him; strange to say, (I dig them with a pen), A living, lasting memory His pantaloons were blue. My head stays sturdy, Halo to adorn. And felt how precious was the gift, Within my heart has had a place, Till some cross little worry comes barking along, He made no show at all. Made his kindly old face look warm and bright, He modest merit sought to find, That eased the heart of him who heard, - Jack Canfield. Just get a bottle of (A very plain brown stone will do,) "Be reconciled, and wait.". Of blessing such gifts will allow I hear a rush and rustle More of his grace than goods to send, Hills of Passion 's heaving sea, of agelong blessings hidden there the birds fly away, busy as bee... 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