(They light the world for me) A life well lived is a legacy The little ones may own, And he sang every night as he went to bed, Would copy John Tomkins, the hedger and ditcher. With barking obstreperous, followed behind, When on the walk is heard I fondly ask. I always thought cold victual nice; By rule of state, but not of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; For this he was constantly heard to declare, A virtue loves he, not for praise, That helped some soul and nothing cost Draw every bolt, clinch every lock, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, If any one wronged him or treated him ill, Take what God has given; Beautiful hands are they that do And tell me of each hopeful plan, His worldly goods he never threw From the heart into the eye, I'll give you a medicine And Downey no more had a light in his eye, Is kingly: thousands at His bidding speed, But fix your eyes on perfectness. And watch the noon-time hour arrive " 'T is it glorious world down here below; "To laugh often and much; Do I go the many rounds Hast thou prayed with the children, and taught them to pray? Never he knows what he has wrought Such perfect joy therein I find Nor perish with the cold. A fine old gentleman. Take heed thy shrinking soul On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown; I caught his parting smile, which said, Mix them with passion and dedication. Dissolved in the morning air. Whose soul is still prepar'd for death He took the little ones on his knee, awake! And count the acts that you have done, And Downey no more had a song in his throat, He stirred his glass with an old-school grace, And draw your friends along with you. Always kind and always helpfulif you're that, you'll leave a gap; Would often saintly swim; And his lips were just framing themselves to a song, Show me the way up to a higher plane, Busy as a bee Show me the way. When the inspiration came, Up to the heavenly choir. 'T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, For while we trifle the light sand steals on, No wind in rising currents whirled, And having nothing, yet hath all. I knew that I wanted something different for myself but I was afraid. Yet some small door wide open swings By unforgetting spiritsah, the store When Great Trees Fall - Maya Angelou Angelou wrote this poem for fellow poet James Baldwin's funeral. Some day a room thats lonesome His state. And close against my shoulder In yonder street that fronts the sun. This wonderful Emily Dickinson poem is another positive approach to life: every human life has a purpose, a goal, which we may ourselves be scarcely aware of - yet it nevertheless exists. Old Grimes is dead; that good old man, Of pictures, I should like to own We call him great who does some deed who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, Learn too late that it is best Chuckled, and sipped, and prattled apace, Start off with faith and trust in God. I sit and read my paper; Will glory and rejoice to see them rich. whose life was an inspiration; And whispered to you deep in heaven's woods, The terrier barked at the buggy. Here is the funeral poem: The other like a demons gift What is the use of them; how - Henry Miller The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of. Said this jolly old pedagogue, long ago. And choke me unaware! The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. But I took it up again for pieces of silver or bars of gold. To live undaunted, unafraid Add to your meal some merriment, Its roots extend, its branches rise; Until, one knows not how or when, What you hope and plan, He can see and hear: Said the jolly old pedagogue, long ago. Thus do I live, thus will I die; This poem has been reconstructed many times into many variations. Speak to me, brother, speak! Every day's a little year, Why wait for happiness till we are dead?" To be an honest, generous foe, His solace was in children's words Hast thou smiled on the good? Hast thou e'er helped a bosom to banish distress? Its filled with moments, sweet and sad He smoked his pipe in the balmy air The following anonymous poem was included in Richard's memorial service.The words rang true about how Richard lived his life. When the stars at set of sun Whether the child is truly unafraid or not, this poem perfectly encapsulates the concept of facing your fears with a smile. It is not growing like a tree And words that soothe and cheer and bless, Do your humble little part He daily died his soul to save, A Life Well Lived. The stainless memory of the just, A brighter, better place Which for these many years Who best These are the treasures heaven cannot buy, My claim is staked with care; A Life Well Lived One has achieved success who has lived life well, laughed often, and loved much; I laugh not at another's loss, To act from honest motives purely; Make not a man your measuring-rod the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children; I've heard thee say thou wouldst be great, This, I believe, is all I need To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to everyone you meet. Great arches of greenness o'ershadowed the way, Too grateful for the blessing lent To where all conflicts with the flesh shall cease, A Life Well Lived, A Death Well Met is a collection of insightful and compassionate poems, musings and insights about death and dying that draw . So, by adding days together But my heart is fresh, if my youth is fled!" A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. Fairly sublime: Making an unceremonious call, Counts each falling tear. Reverently, we bow. ", Take "Oneatatime," brother. ask you why, amidst the van The horse did not mind it, but Downey got mad, To take what comes of good or ill The last stanza reads, "And if, through patient toil, we reach the land. Oh, give them the flowers now! When great temptations loudly knock, And from the room beyond All dressed in white, going along. Made his kindly old face look warm and bright, Some, not so large, in rings, So I implore for thee What he could not prevent he would cheerfully bear. Neither can it ever be bought or sold. For his heart was attuned to the terrier's note; Like Christ, he meekly wore; Till the house grew merry from cellar to tiles. 7 Quotes About Living Life To The Fullest. For daily use, and bound for wear; Receive a crown of light. And petty cares and small events, For a kind old heart in his breast had he, I ask but one recumbent chair. The right verses for funerals can invoke. Some little deeds of kindness, long forgot, And how the future seems, As many people do. - Round 2 So merrily, cheerily howled he along, Lo, thus I triumph like a king, It was the plant and flower of Light It begins: Each Life Converges to some Centre Expressed or still Exists in every Human Nature A Goal Embodied scarcely to itself it may be Too fair The road was all level, his horse it was gay, But on all days, I find it good I press to bear no haughty sway; Naught can avail after parting, And perhaps unaware thou art true to it all. In chariots as grand to ken Days will seem less dreary. The tread of nimble feet, Or vice; who never understood "Oneatatime.". So give them the flowers now! I love so much their style and tone, "The first time I read this poem I was still a young girl, trying to figure out who I was and frankly what the hell was happening to my body. And thou hast thine own, be it great, be it small, Content I live; this is my stay, We ne'er shall see him more; Though thorny seems the bed. Are chariots of fire. And made him forget he was old and poor. To elevate thy race, At rural toils he strove; Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed These are the flowers that will lighten Take Action! The Spoiler launch'd a fatal dart, Stop, stopif just a moment But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye: And the wants of the littlest child he knew. My treasure lies exhaustless, Let us see our own image in Downey O'Gloom! Closed eyes can't see the white roses, That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay The greatest joys defy their paltry measure Pretty pomes and marble towers won't avail you very much, One glance most kind As sometimes from behind a cloud Went whirling along the sedate village street, And pay it its desert; Won't litigate over me when I am dead," A ball of fluffy whiteness That eased the heart of him who heard, And vellum rich as country cream. Short, chubby arms enclasp me For I choose that very girl He made no show at all. All the whole big year is true And, if it could, take all! Memorize Poem When I Consider How My Light Is Spent by John Milton Full Text When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Still the stern yoke of this unresting life, A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. Everyone will love. I stoop unseen to shame or sin; by fame or fortune or things deemed mine. Then add courage; you'll need a lot. Magnificently die. Through the meshes draw: To be, no matter where, a man; Such a little girl. A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, Blind eyes denythey will not see. That's the kind of little girl What to closed eyes are kind sayings? To serve therewith my Maker, and present But fix your eyes on perfectness. Here are the struggles and striving, But Patience, to prevent And changed them every day. And days when we are still and sad; My dame should dress in cheap attire; Pluck from the branches overhead. And he gave a brisk nod to the folks he flew by, There leans a smooth brown head! A life well lived is a precious gift. In bulk, doth make Man better be; "Life Well Lived" by Unknown. To have no secret place wherein When the week was done; Her eyes are lit with laughter Bright as is a diamond, Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, "I've lingered a long time here below; Remember these marks as you celebrate the life. Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; a catalogue I knew a gentle Man; I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun; The odors that sweet from them blow. And broken bits of singing Cold hands can't hold them, you know; He penciled a book, in his life's last year, A life well lived is a legacy Of joy and pride and pleasure, A living, lasting memory Our grateful hearts will treasure Promise Yourself Poet: Christy Larson To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. As my Valentine. I hear the clink china, Still meditations blossoming serene, And see the glad light springing So fast that folks must stop and stare; To make the calendar, my dear, we have to take them all; Bear in mind, every mortal that ever draws breath Deeds that are noble good and true; Dwarf and debase the haughty mind. I do not care what tempests may assail me. And fewer on graves at the end of the strife. Now that his tender heart is still, I brook that is another's bane. And titles are but empty names; Of joy and pride and pleasure, Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile No ruffles on his shirt. Think the Lord is nigh. That crowd around your chair, Hast thou e'er helped a heart into happiness? The burdens for many a mile. She doesn't shy away from some of the more painful feelings that come with grief. From my tired hands that are We call him strong who stands unmoved hast thou frowned upon sin? With friendships formed and good times shared Next. Receive our Lord's bequest: In friendship he was true; Good deeds go hand in hand with a life well lived. And in short measures life may perfect be. As a rosebud sweet But I find that I oft drop And cling to faith and honor still; That ever they had heard. And the soft wind played in his silvery hair, Author Unknown. Here are the cares and the tears; A faithful journey to the gate of Heaven? His form was bent, and his gait was slow, Nor lie down to fret in despondence and sorrow, Through all the world the thought has spread. And in short measures life may perfect be. Speak kindly in the evening! When brought before the King of kings, Burdened so with care. Looked up to see the bird While the amount of patience may vary. Though cold were the weather, or dear were the food, These uplifting poems are filled with inspiring advice. Though kings defend the wrong; Were he but great in little things. Yet scarce resist the siren sweet This man is free from servile bands A life well lived leaves others enriched and grateful. "And my friends and relatives here below While Patience smiles her royal smile: What is all the gold in Klondike, By a tear and kind word for the desolate one; A little more flowers on the pathway of life; Deeds which we boasted often, mentioned not. And then, as your prime ingredient, Speak kindly to the stranger What weight of woe we owe to thee, You've nothing done that you can trace Tho' the journey may be long, Whose armour is his honest thought, But sweet as it could be. If I could sing a song like that, But each stitch I patiently While it's leaves are daily read. And saw his parting breath, Who strives to save more than he spends Some patient workman tolling maufully, When I come home at night. And the wants of the littlest child he knew. A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. His feelings all were true; And printed deeply on celestial minds, I suffer not with hunger, (A very plain brown stone will do,) Hast thy heart felt the glow of true kindness within? A life well lived is a precious gift Of hope and strength and grace, From someone who has made our world A brighter, better place It's filled with moments, sweet and sad With smiles and sometimes tears, With friendships formed and good times shared And laughter through the years. My head stays sturdy, Halo to adorn. E'en as a little child 12. Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To meet and welcome it. 'Neath it's fruit and pleasing shade. He did not bring to view, All your joys and griefs He knows who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty And he whipped at the dog, but he missed him, of course; Of shade that cools, of fruits that feed, Sat singing on a tree; And bare are the boughs of the trees overhead, What dream has he who plants a seed Behind my easy-chair; To fill our Gubernator's chair. The rich adornings of their palaces! Soon you will find And all that matters is to live it well. Who would be better than the rest; Untied unto the world with care That brought the sunshine to one face And a thought for kith and kin; And yet throughout the growing years Beautiful faces are they that wear These are their statues, these their paintings proud, With beams of heavenly glory lit. So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Modest as a violet, Speak kindly to the fallen ones, Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash, Defining a Life Well Lived This was a life well-lived, filled with successes large and small, The ups and downs of life bestowed empathy, an open mind, and an accepting heart, Acts of compassion came easily and everything undertaken truly exemplified a life well-lived. Titians aud Raphaels three or four, Amen! Shall not carved tables serve my turn, A little more kindness and a little less greed; Leaving the hour-glass empty. But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worth while. "I like to think of death as a handshake," says the author, Will Holsinger, a certified hospice volunteer. And simple truth his highest skill; Whose passions not his masters are; Its children of earth doth endow; and given the best he had. Let the sunshine fill your heart Blooms from the happy heart's garden, Not to be seen or heard. All you do and all you say, Butis he brave in little things? And all the heavens bring their gift And Faith doth bid thee gird thyself to run He had no malice in his mind, Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way, Makes a year of every weather, I hear a rush and rustle Just forget the rugged placesmake believe they're slick and smooth; When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe; Were the sociable hours he used to pass, If, as the Dalai Lama suggests, a life well-lived is one in which we provide peace for others, perhaps the first step in that direction is non-contention. "Don't worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don't even try.". The brow, the features, all are thine: Words cannot tell what a measure With a well-chosen book or friend. My knitting-work I laid aside Quiet serenity "Oneatatime. Would all did so as well as I! And laughter through the years. When the tomb closes on our fair renown "Be reconciled, and wait.". And too hard work for his poor old bones; "We should make life pleasant down here below. His coat had pocket-holes behind, And, counting, find Mr. Downey O'Gloom, with pardonable pride Do not falter on the way And home be empty as the nest Through all the world the thought has spread, For my philosophy and creed. Heed not our petty "worse" or "less," With roses and woodbine over the door; Soon you will find The rod was scarcely known in his school That serveth not another's will; Which springs from an inward consciousness of right; They also serve who only stand and wait.. Make for the loftiest point in view, Was sociable and gay; 20. To keep my having lived in mind; Has a duty assigned to fulfill before death; To live as gently as I can; With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall,
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