With hand on the spade and heart in the sky Dress the ground and till it; Turn in the little seed, brown and dry, Turn out the golden millet. Work, and your house shall be duly fed: Work, and rest… — 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 Image
True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things… — Alice Cary Copy Share Image
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
