As You Go Through Life ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

As You Go Through Life 

Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind,
And look for the virtue behind them;
For the cloudiest night has a hint of light
Somewhere in its shadows hiding;
It’s better by far to hunt for a star,
Than the spots on the sun abiding.

The current of life runs ever away
To the bosom of God’s great ocean.
Don’t set your force ’gainst the river’s course,
And think to alter its motion.
Don’t waste a curse on the universe,
Remember, it lived before you;
Don’t butt at the storm with your puny form,
But bend and let it go o’er you.

p. 13The world will never adjust itself
To suit your whims to the letter,
Some things must go wrong your whole life long,
And the sooner you know it the better.
It is folly to fight with the Infinite,
And go under at last in the wrestle.
The wiser man shapes into God’s plan,
As water shapes into a vessel.

Solitude ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

The Wish ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Wish

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,
   “Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
   Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy heart.”

This were my wish!—from my life’s dim beginning
   Let be what has been! wisdom planned the whole
My want, my woe, my errors, and my sinning,
   All, all were needed lessons for my soul.”

Excerpt From
Poems of Power
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“A Prayer” ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Prayer

Master of sweet and loving lore,
   Give us the open mind
To know religion means no more,
   No less, than being kind.

Give us the comprehensive sight
   That sees another’s need;
And let our aim to set things right
   Prove God inspired our creed.

Give us the soul to know our kin
   That dwell in flock and herd,
The voice to fight man’s shameful sin
   Against the beast and bird.

Give us a heart with love so fraught
   For all created things,
That even our unspoken thought
   Bears healing on its wings.

Give us religion that will cope
   With life’s colossal woes,
And turn a radiant face of hope
   On troops of pigmy foes.

Give us the mastery of our fate
   In thoughts so warm and white,
They stamp upon the brows of hate
   Love’s glorious seal of light.

Give us the strong, courageous faith
   That makes of pain a friend,
And calls the secret word of death
   ‘Beginning,’ and not ‘end.

Excerpt From
Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Existence ~ Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Existence

You are here, and you are wanted,
Though a waif upon life’s stair;
Though the sunlit hours are haunted
With the shadowy shapes of care.
Still the Great One, the All-Seeing
Called your spirit into being—
Gave you strength for any fate.
Since your life by Him was needed,
All your ways by Him are heeded—
You can trust and you can wait.

You can wait to know the meaning
Of the troubles sent your soul;
Of the chasms intervening
’Twixt your purpose and your goal;
Of the sorrows and the trials,
Of the silence and denials,
Ofttimes answering to your pleas;
Of the stinted sweets of pleasure,
And of pain’s too generous measure—
You can wait the why of these. 

Forth from planet unto planet,
You have gone, and you will go.
Space is vast, but we must span it;
For life’s purpose is to know.
Earth retains you but a minute,
Make the best of what lies in it;
Light the pathway where you are.
There is nothing worth the doing
That will leave regret or rueing,
As you speed from star to star.

You are part of the Beginning,
You are parcel of To-day.
When He set His world to spinning
You were flung upon your way.
When the system falls to pieces,
When this pulsing epoch ceases,
When the is becomes the was,
You will live, for you will enter
In the great Creative Centre,
In the All-Enduring Cause.”

Excerpt From
Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Will ~ Poem by on Endurance & Confidence

Will

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

You will be what you will to be;
   Let failure find its false content
   In that poor word “environment,”
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time, it conquers space,
   It cowes that boastful trickster Chance,
   And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown and fill a servant’s place.

The human Will, that force unseen,
   The offspring of a deathless Soul,
   Can hew the way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay,
   But wait as one who understands;
   When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

The river seeking for the sea
   Confronts the dam and precipice,

“Yet knows it cannot fail or miss;
You will be what you will to be!”

Excerpt From
Poems of Power
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“The Undiscovered Country” Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Undiscovered Country

Man has explored all countries and all lands,
And made his own the secrets of each clime.
Now, ere the world has fully reached its prime,
The oval earth lies compassed with steel bands,
The seas are slaves to ships that touch all strands,
   And even the haughty elements, sublime
   And bold, yield him their secrets for all time,
And speed like lackeys forth at his commands.

Still, though he search from shore to distant shore,
   And no strange realms, no unlocated plains
Are left for his attainment and control,
Yet is there one more kingdom to explore.
   Go, know thyself, O man! there yet remains
The undiscovered country of thy soul!”

Excerpt From
Poems of Power
Ella Wheeler Wilcox