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The Treasures In You
There are treasures in life, but owners are few
Of money and power to buy things brand new
Yet you can be wealthy and feel regal too,
If you will just look for the treasures in you.
These treasures in life are not hard to find
When you look in your heart, your soul, and your mind.
For when you are willing to share what’s within,
Your fervent search for riches will end.
The joy and the laughter, the smile that you bring;
The heart unafraid to love and to sing;
The hand always willing to help those in need;
Ones quick to reach out, to labor and feed.
So thank you for sharing these great gifts inside;
The caring, the cheering, the hug when one cried.
Thanks for the energy, encouragement too,
And thank you for sharing the treasures in you.
By Author Unknown
There are treasures in life, but owners are few
Of money and power to buy things brand new
Yet you can be wealthy and feel regal too,
If you will just look for the treasures in you.
These treasures in life are not hard to find
When you look in your heart, your soul, and your mind.
For when you are willing to share what’s within,
Your fervent search for riches will end.
The joy and the laughter, the smile that you bring;
The heart unafraid to love and to sing;
The hand always willing to help those in need;
Ones quick to reach out, to labor and feed.
So thank you for sharing these great gifts inside;
The caring, the cheering, the hug when one cried.
Thanks for the energy, encouragement too,
And thank you for sharing the treasures in you.
By Author Unknown
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Dare To Dream!
Dare to dream.
Let nothing hold you back from
exploring your wildest fantasies,
wishes, and aspirations.
Don’t be afraid to dream big
and to follow your dreams
wherever they may lead you.
Open your eyes to their beauty;
open your mind to their magic;
open your heart to their possibilities.
Dare to dream.
Whether they are in color
or in black and white,
whether they are big or small,
easily attainable
or almost impossible,
look to your dreams,
and make them become reality.
Wishes and hopes are nothing
until you take the first step
towards making them something!
Dare to dream,
because only by dreaming
will you ever discover
who you are, what you want,
and what you can do.
Don’t be afraid to take risks,
to become involved,
to make a commitment.
Do whatever it takes to make
your dreams come true.
Always believe in miracles,
and always believe in you!
By Julie-Anne Ford
Julie-Anne Ford was born on 10 October 1931 in Sydney, Australia. She was the Australian director of the American Broadcasting Company’s radio drama program from 1985 through 1989. Julie-Anne Ford passed on at 81 years of age on 24 December 2012.
Dare to dream.
Let nothing hold you back from
exploring your wildest fantasies,
wishes, and aspirations.
Don’t be afraid to dream big
and to follow your dreams
wherever they may lead you.
Open your eyes to their beauty;
open your mind to their magic;
open your heart to their possibilities.
Dare to dream.
Whether they are in color
or in black and white,
whether they are big or small,
easily attainable
or almost impossible,
look to your dreams,
and make them become reality.
Wishes and hopes are nothing
until you take the first step
towards making them something!
Dare to dream,
because only by dreaming
will you ever discover
who you are, what you want,
and what you can do.
Don’t be afraid to take risks,
to become involved,
to make a commitment.
Do whatever it takes to make
your dreams come true.
Always believe in miracles,
and always believe in you!
By Julie-Anne Ford
Julie-Anne Ford was born on 10 October 1931 in Sydney, Australia. She was the Australian director of the American Broadcasting Company’s radio drama program from 1985 through 1989. Julie-Anne Ford passed on at 81 years of age on 24 December 2012.
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See It Through
When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
By Edgar A. Guest
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When you’re up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it’s vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don’t let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you’re beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don’t give up, whate’er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
By Edgar A. Guest
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The Value Of A Smile
The thing that goes the farthest
Towards making life worthwhile,
That costs the least, and does the most,
Is just a pleasant smile.
The smile that bubbles from the heart
That loves its fellow men
Will drive away the clouds of gloom
And coax the sun again.
It pays the higher interest,
For it is merely lent,
It’s worth a million dollars -
And it doesn’t cost a cent.
There is no room for sadness
Where we see a cheery smile;
It always has the same good look;
It’s never out of style;
It nerves us on to try again
When failure makes us blue;
The dimples of encouragement are good
For me and you.
So - smile away!
Folks understand by what a smile is meant;
It’s worth a million dollars -
And it doesn’t cost a cent.
A smile comes easily enough,
A twinkle in the eye
Is natural, and does more good
Than a long drawn sigh!
It touches on the heartstrings
Till they quiver blithe and long,
And always leaves an echo
That is very like a song.
By Wilbur D. Nesbit: “The Value of a Smile” (1907), ‘The Value of a Smile’
Wilbur Dick Nesbit was born on 16 September 1872 in Xenia, Ohio, United States of America. He became a poet, a writer, and a vice president of the Mahin Advertising Company of Chicago. Wilbur Dick Nesbit passed on at 54 years of age on 20 August 1927 in Chicago, Illinois, United States of America.
The thing that goes the farthest
Towards making life worthwhile,
That costs the least, and does the most,
Is just a pleasant smile.
The smile that bubbles from the heart
That loves its fellow men
Will drive away the clouds of gloom
And coax the sun again.
It pays the higher interest,
For it is merely lent,
It’s worth a million dollars -
And it doesn’t cost a cent.
There is no room for sadness
Where we see a cheery smile;
It always has the same good look;
It’s never out of style;
It nerves us on to try again
When failure makes us blue;
The dimples of encouragement are good
For me and you.
So - smile away!
Folks understand by what a smile is meant;
It’s worth a million dollars -
And it doesn’t cost a cent.
A smile comes easily enough,
A twinkle in the eye
Is natural, and does more good
Than a long drawn sigh!
It touches on the heartstrings
Till they quiver blithe and long,
And always leaves an echo
That is very like a song.
By Wilbur D. Nesbit: “The Value of a Smile” (1907), ‘The Value of a Smile’
Wilbur Dick Nesbit was born on 16 September 1872 in Xenia, Ohio, United States of America. He became a poet, a writer, and a vice president of the Mahin Advertising Company of Chicago. Wilbur Dick Nesbit passed on at 54 years of age on 20 August 1927 in Chicago, Illinois, United States of America.
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Equipment
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You’ve all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, “I can.”
Look them over, the wise and great,
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes,
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you’ve all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if only you will.
You’re well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms, and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.
Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began.
Get hold of yourself, and say: “I can.”
By Edgar A. Guest: “Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest” (1934), page 666
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You’ve all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, “I can.”
Look them over, the wise and great,
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes,
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you’ve all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if only you will.
You’re well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms, and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.
Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began.
Get hold of yourself, and say: “I can.”
By Edgar A. Guest: “Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest” (1934), page 666
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
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Picture of a child waving from the wheelhouse of the wreck of an old boat named Try Again that washed ashore.
Try, Try Again
’Tis a lesson you should heed,
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear
Try, try again;
Once or twice, though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;
If we strive, ‘tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again
If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again
All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.
By T. H. Palmer: “Teacher’s Manual” (1840), page 223
Thomas Haig Palmer was born on 27 December 1782 in Kelso, Scottish Borders, Scotland. In 1804, he immigrated to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of America, where he became a printer, a publisher, and an author of school textbooks and historical records. Thomas Haig Palmer passed on at 78 years of age on 20 July 1861 in Pittsford, Rutland County, Vermont, United States of America.
’Tis a lesson you should heed,
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try again;
Then your courage should appear,
For if you will persevere,
You will conquer, never fear
Try, try again;
Once or twice, though you should fail,
If you would at last prevail,
Try, try again;
If we strive, ‘tis no disgrace
Though we do not win the race;
What should you do in the case?
Try, try again
If you find your task is hard,
Time will bring you your reward,
Try, try again
All that other folks can do,
Why, with patience, should not you?
Only keep this rule in view:
Try, try again.
By T. H. Palmer: “Teacher’s Manual” (1840), page 223
Thomas Haig Palmer was born on 27 December 1782 in Kelso, Scottish Borders, Scotland. In 1804, he immigrated to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States of America, where he became a printer, a publisher, and an author of school textbooks and historical records. Thomas Haig Palmer passed on at 78 years of age on 20 July 1861 in Pittsford, Rutland County, Vermont, United States of America.
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Courage
I do not ask to walk smooth paths,
nor bear an easy load.
I pray for strength and fortitude
to climb the rock strewn road.
Give me such courage and I can scale
the hardest peaks alone,
And transform every stumbling block
into a stepping stone!
By Gail Brook Burket
I do not ask to walk smooth paths,
nor bear an easy load.
I pray for strength and fortitude
to climb the rock strewn road.
Give me such courage and I can scale
the hardest peaks alone,
And transform every stumbling block
into a stepping stone!
By Gail Brook Burket
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Amelia Earhart with her first plane, a Kinner Airster open-cockpit biplane, photographed in about 1921.
Courage
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can Life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare.
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.
By Amelia Earhart (1927)
Amelia Mary Earhart was born on 24 July 1897 in Atchinson, Kansas, United States of America. She became an aviator, a writer, and a poet. One of the most courageous people of her generation, she made history in 1932 as the first woman to complete a solo flight over the Atlantic Ocean, traveling from Harbor Grace, Newfoundland to Ireland in about fifteen hours. Amelia Mary Earhart went missing in July 1937 while attempting an around-the-world flight following the equator, which began with a take-off from the island of New Guinea.
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can Life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare.
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.
By Amelia Earhart (1927)
Amelia Mary Earhart was born on 24 July 1897 in Atchinson, Kansas, United States of America. She became an aviator, a writer, and a poet. One of the most courageous people of her generation, she made history in 1932 as the first woman to complete a solo flight over the Atlantic Ocean, traveling from Harbor Grace, Newfoundland to Ireland in about fifteen hours. Amelia Mary Earhart went missing in July 1937 while attempting an around-the-world flight following the equator, which began with a take-off from the island of New Guinea.
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Winners Are People Like You
Winners take chances.
Like everyone else, they fear failing,
but they refuse to let fear control them.
Winners don’t give up.
When life gets rough, they hang in
until the going gets better.
Winners are flexible.
They realize there is more than one way
and are willing to try others.
Winners know they are not perfect.
They respect their weaknesses
while making the most of their strengths.
Winners fall, but they don’t stay down.
They stubbornly refuse to let a fall
keep them from climbing . . .
Winners don’t blame fate for their failures
nor luck for their successes.
Winners accept responsibility for their lives.
Winners are positive thinkers
who see good in all things.
From the ordinary, they make the extraordinary.
Winners believe in the path they have chosen
even when it’s hard,
even when others can’t see where they are going.
Winners are patient.
They know a goal is only as worthy
as the effort that is required to achieve it.
Winners are people like you.
They make the world a better place to be.
By Nancye Sims
To read and enjoy more of Nancye Sim’s inspired writings, visit https://www.nancyesims.com/.
Winners take chances.
Like everyone else, they fear failing,
but they refuse to let fear control them.
Winners don’t give up.
When life gets rough, they hang in
until the going gets better.
Winners are flexible.
They realize there is more than one way
and are willing to try others.
Winners know they are not perfect.
They respect their weaknesses
while making the most of their strengths.
Winners fall, but they don’t stay down.
They stubbornly refuse to let a fall
keep them from climbing . . .
Winners don’t blame fate for their failures
nor luck for their successes.
Winners accept responsibility for their lives.
Winners are positive thinkers
who see good in all things.
From the ordinary, they make the extraordinary.
Winners believe in the path they have chosen
even when it’s hard,
even when others can’t see where they are going.
Winners are patient.
They know a goal is only as worthy
as the effort that is required to achieve it.
Winners are people like you.
They make the world a better place to be.
By Nancye Sims
To read and enjoy more of Nancye Sim’s inspired writings, visit https://www.nancyesims.com/.
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Morning
The lark is up to meet the sun,
The bee is on the wing,
The ant her labor has begun,
The woods with music ring.
Shall birds and bees and ants be wise,
While I my moments waste?
Oh, let me with the morning rise,
And to my duties haste.
Why should I sleep till beams of morn
Their light and glory shed?
Immortal beings were not born
To waste their time in bed.
By Jane Taylor
Jane Taylor was born on 23 September 1783 in London, England, as one among an extensive literary family. She became an essayist, a playwright, a short story writer, a novelist, and a poet. Jane Taylor worked as an editor and writer for “Youth’s Magazine.” She is known as the author of the song, “The Star,” also known as “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” (1806), and the poem, “The Violet,” among other works. Jane Taylor passed on at 40 years of age on 13 April 1824 in Ongar, Essex, England.
The lark is up to meet the sun,
The bee is on the wing,
The ant her labor has begun,
The woods with music ring.
Shall birds and bees and ants be wise,
While I my moments waste?
Oh, let me with the morning rise,
And to my duties haste.
Why should I sleep till beams of morn
Their light and glory shed?
Immortal beings were not born
To waste their time in bed.
By Jane Taylor
Jane Taylor was born on 23 September 1783 in London, England, as one among an extensive literary family. She became an essayist, a playwright, a short story writer, a novelist, and a poet. Jane Taylor worked as an editor and writer for “Youth’s Magazine.” She is known as the author of the song, “The Star,” also known as “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” (1806), and the poem, “The Violet,” among other works. Jane Taylor passed on at 40 years of age on 13 April 1824 in Ongar, Essex, England.
