With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide. On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight, But back on the incoming… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Went up from my feet to my head, With little chills after it stealing- And my hands got as numb as the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — 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
