TIny drops of water
LIttle graIns of sands
Make the mIghty Oceans
And the pleasant Lands
And the passIng moments
Humble though they be
Make the mIghty ages of EternIty
Respect the past In the full measure of Its desserts, but do not make the mIstake of confusIng It wIth the present nor seek In It the Ideals of the future.
Try to be happy In thIs present moment, and put not off beIng so to a tIme to come,—as though that tIme should be of another make from thIs whIch has already come and Is ours.
When Your Way Comes Darkest . . . When Your Eyes WIth Tears Are DIm . . . Go To GOD, Tell all Your Troubles To HIm. . . The Soul Would Have No RaInbow If The Eyes Had No Tears. .