Ella Wheeler Wilcox - God Quotes

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So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,
And we set them to music at pleasure;
And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,
As we choose to fashion the measure.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The world is a vaporous jest at best,
Tossed off by the gods in laughter;
And a cruel attempt at wit were it.
If nothing better came after.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A weed is but an unloved flower!
Go dig, and prune, and guide, and wait,
Until it learns its high estate,
And glorifies some bower.
A weed is but an unloved flower!

All sin is virtue unevolved,
Release the angel from the clod —
Go love thy brother up to God.
Behold each problem solved.
All sin is virtue unevolved.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Talk health. The dreary, never-ending tale
Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
You cannot charm or interest or please
By harping on that minor chord disease.
Say you are well, or all is well with you,
And God shall hear your words and make them true.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The splendid discontent of God
With chaos, made the world,
...
And from the discontent of man
The world's best progress springs.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One of us two must sometime face existence
Alone with memories that but sharpen pain.
...
One of us two shall find all life, all beauty,
All joy on earth, a tale forever done;
Shall know henceforth that life means only duty.
O God! O God! have pity on that one!

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

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God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox