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Little Messages Of Joy And Hope

    By Madison Julius Cawein



I.

    Take Heart

    Take heart again. Joy may be lost awhile.
    It is not always Spring.
    And even now from some far Summer Isle
    Hither the birds may wing.

II.

    Touchstones

    Hearts, that have cheered us ever, night and day,
    With words that helped us on the rugged way,
    The hard, long road of life to whom is due
    More than the heart can ever hope to pay
    Are they not touchstones, soul-transmuting true
    All thoughts to gold, refining thus the clay?

III.

    Fortune

    Fortune may pass us by:
    Follow her flying feet.
    Love, all we ask, deny:
    Never admit defeat.
    Take heart again and try.
    Never say die.

IV

    Be Glad

    Be glad, just for to-day!
    O heart, be glad!
    Cast all your cares away!
    Doff all that 's sad!
    Put of your garments gray
    Be glad to-day!
    Be merry while you-can;
    For life is short
    It seemeth but a span
    Before we part.
    Let each maid take her man,
    And dance while dance she can:
    Life's but a little span
    Be merry while you can.

V.

    Carpe Diem

    Blow high, blow low!
    No longer borrow
    Care of tomorrow:
    Take joy of life, and let care go!

VI.

    Joy Speaks

    One with the Heaven above
    Am I its bliss:
    Part of its truth and love,
    And what God is.
    I heal the soul and mind:
    I work their cures:
    Not Grief, that rends Mankind,
    But Joy endures.

VII.

    For The Old

    These are the things I pray Heaven send us still,
    To blow the ashes of the years away,
    Or keep aglow forever 'neath their gray
    The fire that warms when Life's old house grows chill:
    First Faith, that gazed into our youth's bright eyes;
    Courage, that helped us onward, rain or sun;
    Then Hope, who captained all our deeds well done;
    And, last, the dream of Love that never dies.



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