In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud: Beyond this place of wrath and tears And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley MY PRAYER Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf And next in value, which thy kindness lends, That my weak hand may equal my firm faith, Nor my relenting lines, That I thy purpose did not know, Or overrated thy designs. Henry David Thoreau THE ARROW AND THE SONG I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; I breathed a song into the air, Long, long afterward, in an oak Henry Wadsworth Longfellow LITTLE AND GREAT A traveler on a dusty road Strewed acorns on the lea; And one took root and sprouted up, Love sought its shade at evening-time, And Age was pleased, in heats of noon, The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, It stood a glory in its place, A little spring had lost its way A passing stranger scooped a well He thought not of the deed he did, Had cooled ten thousand parched tongues, A dreamer dropped a random thought; The thought was small; its issue great; It sheds its radiance far adown, A nameless man, amid the crowd It raised a brother from the dust, But mighty at the last. Charles Mackay THE EFFECT OF EXAMPLE We scatter seeds with careless hand, And dream we ne'er shall see them more; Their fruit appears, In weeds that mar the land, Or healthful shore. The deeds we do, the words we say,-- We count them ever past; But they shall last,— In the dread judgment they And we shall meet. I charge thee by the years gone by, In work and play, Lest in that world their cry Of woe thou hear. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER We were crowded in the cabin, It was midnight on the waters, 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, John Keble So we shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath, As thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy with his prayers, But his little daughter whispered, Then we kissed the little maiden, When the morn was shining clear. James Thomas Fields THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS There came a youth upon the earth, Whose slender hands were nothing worth, Upon an empty tortoise-shell He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine, |