Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.

So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf Nature’s geometric signs,In starry flake, and pellicle,All day the hoary meteor fell;And, when the second morning shone,We...

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: ‘It might have been!

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fear;But, grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.

God pity them and God pity us all who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For the saddest words of mouth or pen are these four words,’it might have been.

The tints of autumn…a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

Methinks I see the sunset light flooding the river valley, the western hills stretching to the horizon, overhung with trees gorgeous and glowing with the tints of autumn — a mighty flower garden blossoming under...