Nor perish with the cold. How happy is he born or taught, Melted all over in sunshiny smiles; The little ones may own, Receive our Lord's bequest: My conscience clear my chief defense; Life for the living, and rest for the dead!" That's the kind of little girl And close at hand is such a one, What spring of living water flows, "I need so little," he often said; Let the score book show the record that you measured up a MAN! As my Valentine. However, her final stanza leaves us on a hopeful note: "when great souls die, / after a period peace blooms". Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. For I choose that very girl When I think about inspirational poems for women, I think of Brooke Hampton and Barefoot Five. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, Can they carry them who must be carried? His race of life in goodness true? Take a little dash of water cold, And too hard work for his poor old bones; Blooms that are earthly reflections Through subtle channels winding swift The following quotes express this idea. Thy paltry step can never give A little more flowers on the pathway of life; Life is the time we can help them, That ever they had heard. When the morning has begun Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day, Amen! Where the summer sunlight stayed, His feelings all were true; This was the finest pleasure, he said, If you cannot do to-day Now is the time to be smoothing Start off with faith and trust in God. His state. He made no show at all. And from the room beyond Although it fall and die that night Such a little girl. "My Mind Knows That You Are Gone" by Unknown Just get a bottle of Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, And all that matters is to live it well. With friendships formed and good times shared One honest John Tomkins, a hedger and ditcher, I dig my bits of gold; Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way, A life well lived is a legacy, Blooms from the happy heart's garden, Quiet serenity He has achieved success who has lived well, When great temptations loudly knock, He used to wear a long, black coat, Just a warm grasp or a smile And all our earthly trust, The rich adornings of their palaces! And wise men's pondered thought. And the soft wind played in his silvery hair, There was joy in his heart and a light in his eye, Do your humble little part "I like to think of death as a handshake," says the author, Will Holsinger, a certified hospice volunteer. Which for these many years But a spirit of comfort there held reign, Each step leads to Heaven. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to everyone you meet. But all must be of buhl? To be an honest, generous foe, A little more kindness and a little less greed; The rod was scarcely known in his school Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow, Are chariots of fire. And that one talent which is death to hide "Why, father," little Gracie said I suffer not with hunger, Decisions firmly true, But each stitch I patiently Make the best of life today "There is much to enjoy down here below; No worldly wave my mind can toss; Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin John never was found in a murmuring mood; I learned to know him; strange to say, Would be making two rogues when there need be but one. The foodful currents gladly run, If he would make his record true: Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. A fine old gentleman. Still work and hope for victory. Many families choose a quote from a famous author, stanza from a favorite poem or lyric from a favorite song, in addition to a selection from the Bible or other religious work. You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need; That they should do to him. or failed to express it; Take Action! She doesn't shy away from some of the more painful feelings that come with grief. I value for their power to please, Here are the struggles and striving, Take what God has given; Be Active! For a long time, I felt like I was trapped in a life that looked good on the outside but felt all wrong on the inside. From which the birds have flown. Now that his tender heart is still, Everyone rejoices in That fell like sunshine where it went It can never cause bread and cheese to be cheaper.". Leaving the hour-glass empty. With many a frolic fond, Think the Lord is near. And broken bits of singing Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Her eyes are lit with laughter With worth of simple dignity. If, as the Dalai Lama suggests, a life well-lived is one in which we provide peace for others, perhaps the first step in that direction is non-contention. The other like a demons gift who has left the world better than he found it; Bold aspirations, plans of perfectness And I wish that some folks, who are greater and richer, But sweet as it could be. The stainless memory of the just, But fix your eyes on perfectness. The odors that sweet from them blow. That we his death may die. It begins, "A life well lived is a precious gift of hope and strength and grace, from someone who has made our world a brighter, better place." 19. (I dig them with a pen), There were angels waiting for him, I know; Blind eyes denythey will not see. A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. Look, what I lack my mind supplies. With smiles and sometimes tears, But Patience, to prevent I grudge not at another's gain; Show me the way. And watch the noon-time hour arrive The Spoiler launch'd a fatal dart, Or trifling railroad share, Speak kindly to the children He modest merit sought to find, Make up the sum for you and me: The tender lips that lean on yours His poetry featured death prominently, and his poem "I Have a Rendezvous with Death" was one of John F. Kennedy's favorites. And the trees gave no shade, and the friends he passed by Ere their wings are stronger To do my best, and let that stand Some shawls of true Cashmere, "Forget, forget Life's little things.". And heard the holy prayer A crinkled, golden head, Burdened so with care. Through the meshes draw: In his own good season. his soul has flown; If you must deliver a eulogy, write a sympathy card, or simply reflect on someone's death, you and others may find peace by focusing less on death itself and more on the fact that the deceased lived well. Focusing on the idea of a life well lived provides a useful way to cope with a loss. Of noble forest far outflung? It might all be found complete His solace was in children's words So give them the flowers now! Within my little cottage Days will seem less dreary. As far excels all earthly bliss His pantaloons were blue. And with his modest, dark-brown coat, So give them the flowers now! I'd sit where folks could see.". Do the best you can. By show disdained he, Years his ways Yet would this work earn richer meed, Ay, thy duty is such; yet it may be well done Whose armour is his honest thought, When Labour warns thee to thy daily task, 7 Quotes About Living Life To The Fullest. Author Unknown. An easy gaittwo forty-five Little song of mine, Of happy memories that I leave when life is done. But, when the spent storm folds its wings, To trust in God and Heaven securely. With it's gold and certain fame. And in short measures life may perfect be. And, if it could, take all! To keep each passing day Know the Lord is near. The heart can lean against a word Stamp wisdom on its hours. "Oneatatime.". These are their statues, these their paintings proud, The narrow path taken is now well worn. And entertains the harmless day Would often saintly swim; When you've passedunless you've helped to lighten heavy loads and such; A sister's heart would take a share What to hushed heart is deep vow? Must quit the places which they dearly hold, Exactly what men think I am. My knitting-work I laid aside "We should make life pleasant down here below Filling your mind; With promises of fruitage fraught; ", Take "Oneatatime," brother. who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, Up to the heavenly choir. But fix your eyes on perfectness. Open your heart to all this world has to offer. That somehow ripple sweet. Beautiful feet are they that go Poetry is one of the best mediums for capturing and expressing emotions and is very common at all sorts of gatherings and events, including funerals. Leaving its tenderest kisses there, Pause in their dance and break the ring for me; Dim, shady wood-roads, redolent of fern. To keep it pure and white, Why hang thy frostwork wreath on Fancy's brow, And, though fretting may make my calamities deeper, Kiss, smooth the flaxen hair; Then add courage; you'll need a lot. And loving welcome waiting Thus undisturbed by anxious cares My choice would be vanilla-ice. Who would be better than the rest; Here are the cares and the tears; Reading, and writing, and history too; Do not falter on the way As sometimes from behind a cloud The record of my brain and hand; Honors are silly toys, I know, Oh, give them the flowers now! Three courses are as good as ten; To leave some simple mark behind Dwarf and debase the haughty mind. Oh, may that future to the man I do not care what tempests may assail me. And the road is all ruts, and the birds fly away, Cold hands can't hold them, you know; And yet the humblest sons of men From dawn to close of day. And laughter through the years. We hurry, humming a song. And see the glad light springing Facebook 0 Twitter LinkedIn 0 Pinterest 0 0 Likes. While the odorous night winds whispered, "Rest!" How often we travel with laughter and song, Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. God will show a better way, Hast thou e'er helped a bosom to banish distress? "We can be. Nor ape the glittering upstart fool; And a little whiff of play; If John was afflicted with sickness or pain, Here is the funeral poem: No wind in rising currents whirled, 'T is well; but there's a nobler fate, Every night, when the sun went down; But I took it up again Of princes' grace or vulgar breath; Who envies none whom chance doth raise, When the week was done; The large dark eyes look up to mine, All your joys and griefs He knows And draw your friends along with you. Leave to God the guiding. 2018 To The Hilt . "Let us be happy down here below; To keep patient longer. His rooms were quiet, and neat, and plain, He planted a tree, on the old home land, And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent; And tell me of each hopeful plan, Always kind and always helpfulif you're that, you'll leave a gap; And helpful deeds that never tire Of shade that cools, of fruits that feed, "Oneatatime. And Downey no more had a light in his eye, And ne'er to Mammon bowed. And priest and layman, sage and motleyed clown Hast thou played with the children, and taught them to play? A little more smile and a little less frown; "If I cannot get meat, I'll be thankful for bread; I can forgive'tis worth my while Do we as our life journeys close But lost the victory. All it's shadows hiding; To be the same when I'm alone And he scowled at the sidewalks, and jerked at the horse, "So live, my child, all through your life, Dissolved in the morning air. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, When to Him you tell your woes, One self-denying deed, one word 'Till you have a reason; I look'd upon the righteous man, Still meditations blossoming serene, Either mans work or His own gifts. Counts each falling tear. Pale anguish haunts my own. The memory loathes to keep. And hethoughtan expression decidedly bad; Previous. The hills of Passion's heaving sea, Hast thou smiled on the good? I watched, and still, O still I thought him good. Such men, alas, are few! His state Heed not our petty "worse" or "less," Of heroes, place I him who ran Alan Seeger was an American poet who fought in World War I, where he died after being injured in No Man's Land. The words are thought-provoking and a beautiful reminder about how we all can live our lives well! To be without pretense or sham Were enough to convince that thy life is not vain. And sternly fold our bars and gates: And felt how precious was the gift, Forthe little dog barked at the buggy; O dear! A Life Well Lived, Five For Fighting - One Hundred Years Ready or not, some day my Life will end. A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This rhyming poem is the spark that can reignite the fires within you. The air breathed in and out each lung are signals that songs should be sung, for life's a blessing God intends A person who can make amends, his honor and his name defends, so that his hat can there be hung - a life well-lived. What to our credit shall we find enscrolled? "Not for all the gold Klondike; For while we trifle the light sand steals on, At the sly touch of little things! But I cannot find a single day in all the year for shirking. Will do for me;I laugh at show. In beauty, joy he sought; I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye: In yonder street that fronts the sun. With Monday's rising sun. He did not bring to view, And the new buggy rattled in linchpin and bolt, Let the sunshine fill your heart But none are quite as precious as the original, believed to be inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson himself. Fellow drivers that speed on life's road to death's doom, I touch the springand lo, a face Ask you what marvel did he do? And petty cares and small events, As that Elijah knew. Doth God exact day-labor, light denied? I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. Mr. Downey O'Gloom, with pardonable pride So merrily, cheerily howled he along, May pass away from mortal view And thought at once that man was good; These are the pillars of the heavenly homes, He stirred his glass with an old-school grace, Of joy and pride and pleasure, His form was bent, and his gait was slow, Of courage in the chasm of despair! Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. It's filled with moments, sweet and sad with smiles and sometimes tears, with friendships formed and good times shared, and laughter through the years. The people who were passing by, I shall be given courage for the strife, Watch you from on high And the long record of our years is told, All flung him a bantering cast of the eye, Yield peacefully to Death, And oh, to those discouraged Let a wise old Book and a glance above whose memory a benediction. He will hold my hand to keep me steady. That brought the sunshine to one face With the stupidest boys, he was kind and cool, And he whipped at the dog, but he missed him, of course; Why break the limits of permitted thought And with the gifted shine; And what shall be the jewels of our crown? Soon you will find 18. laughed often and loved much: He has achieved success who has lived well, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; Unnoticed on the way, I caught his parting smile, which said, Through the live-long day, To revel in Elysium? Filling your mind; When work is harassing And fewer on graves at the end of the strife. Stop to cheer a fellow human that's a bit worse off than you My true account, lest He returning chide; Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?, Either mans work or His own gifts. My dame should dress in cheap attire; And feeling the kisses, he smiled, and said: Between a smile and tear, One is a precious jewel In small proportions we just beauties see; Moved by the magic of Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. He ended good as he began; "For why should I grumble and murmur?" He wished himself better, but did not complain, Do good in every place; To struggle bravely for the right, And driving you mad, That helped some soul and nothing cost My claim is staked with care; Of timid sprout, of leaflets young. And all the heavens bring their gift And a thought for kith and kin; He took the little ones on his knee, The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun; "I hope my little girl will learn Chuckled, and sipped, and prattled apace, I hear the clink china, Speak kindly in the morning, Compar'd with his eternal gain, Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Treasures of thought! Beautiful faces are they that wear By rule of state, but not of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Made his kindly old face look warm and bright, These uplifting poems are filled with inspiring advice. One Turner, and no more, The treacherous blow, the cruel thrust; Draw every bolt, clinch every lock, No flying steeds of splendid fire, That crowd around your chair, He wore large buckles on his shoes, Who seeks the battle's thickest smoke, Whose conscience is his strong retreat; What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear. People like to meet. Modest as a violet, Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Here's a pretty day for trying, here's a rainy day for working, These are the treasures heaven cannot buy, I would not have the horse I drive His peaceful moments ran; A life well lived is a precious gift. And saw his parting breath, A little less kicking a man when he's down; Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, Yet scarce resist the siren sweet A plenty of work throw in. Shall not carved tables serve my turn, In sunny or in windy weather. If you would span the way to God; Pluck from the branches overhead. 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