All hope is prayer; who calls it hope no more, Sends prayer footsore forth over weary wastes, While he who calls it… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway… — 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
It is a common fate -- a woman's lot -- To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
In the long run all love is paid by love, Though undervalued by the hosts of earth; The great eternal Government above… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give, and thou shalt receive. Give thoughts of cheer,Of courage and success, to friend and stranger.And from a thousand sources, far and… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Don't anticipate the happiness of tomorrow. Discover it today. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
