POETRY

IF I HAD A MAP OF THE HUMAN HEART

If I had a map of the human heart
I'd study it thoroughly,
I would learn and try to take it apart
To make it solidly.

Although I could learn to fix the hole
To mend the damage done,
I would never be able to fix the soul
To make others, love others, as one.

If I had a map of the human heart
I'd follow that map so true,
And let it pull me like a cart
Me, admiring you.

The map would be clear and easy to show
Not frocked with sketch or chart,
I'd always know, which way to go
If I had a map of the human heart.

WRF

GARDENS OF THE HEART

The toys and blocks with which we play
Are houses, lands, and gold.
Their values quickly pass away.
As does a tale that's told.

But kindly gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied
In gardens of the heart.

Charles Russell Wakeley

WE REAP AS WE HAVE SOWN

The tissue of the Life to be
We weave with colors all our own,
And in the field of Destiny
We reap as we have sown.

John Greenleaf Whittier

TO MY CHILD

You are the trip I did not take;
You are the pearls I cannot buy;
You are my blur Italian lake;
You are my piece of foreign sky.

Anne Campbell

CHILDHOOD

To be Himself a star most bright
To bring the wise men to His sight,
To be Himself a voice most sweet
To call a shepherds to His feet,
To be a child-it was His will,
That folk like us might find Him still.

John Erskine

MAGIC

It cost so little, I wonder why
We give it so little thought;
A smile, kind words, a glance, a touch-
What magic by them is wrought.

OVERTONES

I heard a bird at break of day
Sing from the autumn tree
A song so mystical and calm,
So full of certainties,
No man, I think, could listen long
Except upon his knees.
Yet this was but a simple bird,
Alone, among the trees.

William Alexander Percy

There is a Light where'er I go,
There is a Splendor where I wait.
Though all around be desolate,
Warm on my eyes I feel the glow.

The fight is long the triumph slow,
Yet shall my soul stand strong and striate,
There is a Light where'er I go,
There is a Splendor where I wait.

FROM COURAGE

Courage isn't a brilliant dash,
A daring deed in a moment's flash;
It isn't an instantaneous thing
Born of despair with a sudden spring.

But it's something deed in the soul of man
That is working always to serve some plan.

Edgar A. Guest

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom
The cavalry of woe.

Emily Dickinson

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