Sweep up the debris of decaying faith; Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, And throw your soul wide open to… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Affirm the body, beautiful and whole, The earth-expression of immortal soul. Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour, To speed between… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Trust in thine own untried capacity As thou wouldst trust in God himself. Thy soul Is but an emanation from the whole.… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing;… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried; Then ask God's help; it will not be denied. Use thine own sight to… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping in that… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays— there let… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Oh! not for the great departed, Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted, Who died in freedom's cause, And not for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
