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by Edgar Guest

The joy of life is living it
or so it seems to me;
in finding shackles on your wrists,
then struggling till you’re free;

in seeing wrongs and righting them,
in dreaming splendid dreams,
then toiling till the vision is
as real as moving streams.

The happiest mortal on the earth
is he who ends his day
by leaving better than he found
to bloom along the way.

Were all things perfect here there would
be naught for man to do;
if what is old were good enough
we’d never need the new.

The only happy time of rest
is that which follows strife
and sees some contribution made
unto the joy of life.

And he who has oppression felt,
and conquered it, is he
who really knows the happiness
and peace of being free.

The miseries of earth are here
and with them all must cope.
Who seeks for joy, through hedges thick
of care and pain must grope.

Through disappointment man must go
to value pleasure’s thrill;
To really know the joy of health
a man must first be ill.

The wrongs are here for man to right
and happiness is had
by striving to supplant with good
the evil and the bad.

The joy of life is living it
and doing things of worth,
in making bright and fruitful
all the barren spots of earth,

in facing odds and mastering them
and rising from defeat,
and making true what once was false
and what was bitter, sweet.

For only he knows perfect joy
whose little bit of soil
is richer ground than what it was
when he began to toil.

From his book, JUST FOLKS
published 1917 by The Reilly & Britton Co.

Content With Who You Are

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“Learn to limit yourself, to content yourself with some definite thing, and some definite work; dare to be what you are, learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not, and to believe in your own individuality.”
— Henri Frederic Amiel

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Be the Best of Whatever You Are

by 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 by 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 the grass,
And some highway some 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 be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.

If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail–
Be the best of whatever you are!

Over the Cusp!

Welcome to my new site!

Yesterday’s Word Press prompt word was cusp. And yesterday I was on the cusp of a new blogging adventure at this fresh site. Starting over!

With the help of the champions at WordPress Support, I’m now over the cusp and into the fun part. Subscribers from both my other blogs have been switched over and this blog is now up and running. Joy, joy!

I know there are still a few glitches, like the missing sidebar with my Blogroll and Tag cloud. (If you readers see one, please let me know.) Hopefully those will be taken care of soon. I’ve scheduled a number of posts already, so the Categories tags above will soon fill up and we’ll be in full swing. Please come back and visit again. And thanks to all my Followers for your patience during this change-over.

If you wish to read any of my previous posts on my earlier blogs,
please visit Christine’s Reflections and Christine Composes