Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side? — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
There must be room for penitence to mend Life's broken chance; else noise of wars would unmake heaven. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
My soul is full of whispered song,-My blindness is my sight;The shadows that I feared so longAre full of life and light. — Alice Cary Copy Share
True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness, And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth. — Alice Cary Copy Share
The attempt is all the wedge that splits its knotty way betwixt the impossible and possible. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me. — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
