The Pessimist
The pessimist locust, last to leaf,
Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The World's Need
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.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox from The Century; a popular quarterly, Volume 50, Issue 2 (June 1895)
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In India's Dreamy Land
In India's land one listens aghast
To the people who scream and bawl;
For each caste yells at a lower caste,
And the Britisher yells at them all.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Warning
High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning,
Albeit the sun shone bright;
Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning,
‘Remember Night! ’
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Destroyer
With care, and skill, and cunning art
She parried Time's malicious dart,
And kept the years at bay,
Till passion entered in her heart
And aged her in a day!
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Word
You may choose your word like a connoisseur,
And polish it up with art,
But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays,
Is the word that comes from the heart.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox from New Thought Pastels (1906)
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Brotherhood
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.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Five Little Fingers
This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
And this stout thumb is their great sturdy brother.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Earthly Pride
How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride,
The diamond is but charcoal purified,
The lordliest pearl that decks a monarch’s breast
Is but an insect’s sepulchre at best.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A Marine Etching
A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,
Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
A gray fog, drifted, and hid her from view.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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