Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.Collection: Pain
Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.Collection: New Beginnings
Men die but sorrow never dies.Collection: Men
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.Collection: Flower
Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!Collection: Easter
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.Collection: Forgiveness
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.Collection: Selfish
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.Collection: Errors
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.Collection: Ministry
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.Collection: Song
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.Collection: Strong
Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.Collection: Wall
So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.Collection: Autumn
Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.Collection: Eye
All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.Collection: Summer
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!Collection: Best Love
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.Collection: Melting
...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.Collection: Morning
To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.Collection: Morning