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The Daffodils Author William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttring and dancing in the breeze Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch in a never-ending line Along the marjin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Outdid the sparking waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay, In such jocund company; I gazed,and gazed,but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or pensive mood, They flash upon that in ward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasures fill, And dances with the daffodils.

The Old Woman Author Joseph Cambell As a white candle In a Holy place So Is the beauti Of an aged face. Asthe spent radiance Of the winter sun   So is a woman With her travail done. Her brood gone from her And her thoughts as still As the waters Under aruined mill.

"Hope" Is The Thing With Feathers Author Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tune without words- And never stops- at all- And sweetest in the gale- is heard- And sore must be the storm- That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm- I've heard it in the chilliest land- And on the strangest sea Yet, never, in Extrmity, I tasked a crumb- of Me.

Its All About Character Watch your thoughts They become words; Watch your words;  They become actions; Watch your actions;  They become habits; Watch your habits;  They become characters; Watch your characters; They become destiny .

  Be The Best Of Whatever You Are   Author                    Douglas Malloch If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,                                   Be a scrub in the valley-but be The best little scrub at the side of the rill.                                   Be a bush if you can't be a tree. If you can't be a bush,be a bit of grass,                                   And some highway to happier make. If you can't be a muskie,then just be a bass,                                    But the liveliest bass in the lake. We can't all be captains we've got to have crew,                                     There's something for all of us here. There's big work to do and there's lesser work too,                                     And the task we must to do is near. If you can't be a highway,then just be a trail. If you can't be sun,be a star. It isn't by size that you win or you fail. Be the best of whatev

THE VOICE OF GOD I sought to hear the voice of GOD, And climbed the topmost steeple. But GOD declared;"Go down again, I dwell among the people".