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So it's home again, and home again, America for me!Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!
β Henry Van Dyke
writer, diplomat, poet
π Read on Wikipedia1852 Β β 1933
So it's home again, and home again, America for me!Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!
O brave flag, O bright flag, O flag to lead the free!And drawn a hundred million hearts to follow after thee.
What is Friendship? Something deepPraise that heartens us to live.
If Might made Right, life were a wild-beasts' cage;Right must gain Might to conquer and to reign.
Peace without Justice is a low estate,βWe'll pay the price of war to make it real.
And yet there is an anger that purifies the heart:Against the enemies of love, and all that hate the Lord.
Four things a man must learn to doTo trust in God and Heaven securely.
Flowers rejoice when night is done,In a silent hymn of praise.
The world is full of warfare 'twixt the evil and the good;How few there are that see it clear, how few that wage it right!
Religion? Yes, I know it well; I've heard its prayers and creeds,I'll serve him in a better way, and live his precepts out.
There is no personal charm so great as the charm of a cheerful temperament.
Let me but feel thy look's embrace,More close than any kiss.
There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light,But the love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
But often faltering feetThe sunrise of the soul.
He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.
In warlike pomp, with banners flowing,From every hillside, every wood.
I heard through the nightMoan of the forest vanquished.
The storm is ended! The impartial sunIn rolling lines retreating to the coast.
For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatAmong the rustling memories of the dead.
I'm only wishing to go a-fishing;For this the month of May was made.
For real company and friendship, there is nothing outside of the animal kingdom that is comparable to a river.
The mountain is voiceless and imperturbable; and its very loftiness and serenity sometimes make us the more lonely.
The promotion from all-day picnics to a two weeks' camping-trip is like going from school to college.
Every mountain is, rightly considered, an invitation to climb.
Romantic love interests almost everybody, because almost everybody knows something about it, or would like to know.
How often a man has cause to return thanks for the enthusiasms of his friends! They are the little fountains that run down from the hills to refresh the mental desert of the despondent.
Christ never asks us to give up merely for the sake of giving up, but always in order to win something better.
The simple life which blandly ignores all care and conflict, soon becomes flabby and invertebrate, sentimental and gelatinous.
No amount of energy will take the place of thought.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
Oh, London is a manβs town, thereβs power in the air;But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
I know that Europeβs wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
Oh, itβs home again, and home again, America for me!Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay, To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.
Oh, come as comes the morn. And all the peoples lift their heads in liberty and peace.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
In the progress of personality, first comes a declaration of independence, then a recognition of interdependence.
The Sun-Dial at Wells College
A friend is what the heart needs all the time.
Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.
Genius is talent set on fire by courage.
Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love, to work, to play, and to look up at the stars.
To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which shall really increase the happiness and welfare and virtue of mankind - this is a choice which is possible for all of us; and surely it is a good haven to sail for.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
There is a loftier ambition than merely to stand high in the world. It is to stoop down and lift mankind a little higher.
Culture is the habit of being pleased with the best and knowing why.
What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Happiness is inward, and not outward; and so, it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are.
So in the heart,And touches all the soul to tears.
A peace that depends on fear is nothing but a suppressed war.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
A tear that trembles for a little whileThan all the distant landscape that it blurs.
And so, by night, while we were all at rest,I think the coming sped the parting guest.
What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.
Raise the stone, and thou shalt find me; cleave the wood and there am I.
The legend of Felix is ended, the toiling of Felix is done;In the glad surprise of Paradise where work is sweeter than play.
This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk!Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Not to the swift, the race:Not to the wise, the light.
For men have dulled their eyes with sin,And framed their iron creeds to shut thee out.
This is the soldier brave enough to tellAnd rides through hell to save his country's life.
Count not the cost of honour to the dead!To lead our sons as he our fathers led.
