Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

521. A Suggestion 5/31/2003
522. Advice 1/3/2003
523. Two Loves 5/25/2003
524. Love Is Enough 1/3/2003
525. Friendship After Love 5/31/2003
526. Joy 5/19/2003
527. I Love You 1/3/2003
528. Which Are You? 1/3/2003
529. You Never Can Tell 6/3/2003
530. Change 5/23/2003
531. Poverty And Wealth 5/25/2003
532. A Girl's Autumn Reverie 4/2/2010
533. A Pin 5/26/2003
534. Angel Or Demon 5/25/2003
535. A Marine Etching 6/3/2003
536. All That Love Asks 6/4/2003
537. I Am 5/26/2003
538. My Home 1/3/2003
539. A Woman's Love 1/3/2003
540. You Will Forget Me 1/3/2003
541. Bird Of Hope 5/19/2003
542. Whatever Is - Is Best 5/26/2003
543. Love's Language 5/31/2003
544. Voice Of The Voiceless 1/3/2003
545. Mother's Loss 5/19/2003
546. A Leaf 5/26/2003
547. Life's Scars 1/3/2003
548. A Fatal Impress 5/18/2003
549. A Maiden's Secret 1/3/2003
550. The Winds Of Fate 1/3/2003
551. Worth While 1/3/2003
552. Ad Finum 1/3/2003
553. A Holiday 5/26/2003
554. A Grey Mood 5/26/2003
555. A Song Of Life 5/26/2003
556. A March Snow 1/3/2003
557. A Baby In The House 5/18/2003
558. As You Go Through Life 5/26/2003
559. A Maiden To Her Mirror 6/3/2003
560. A Lovers' Quarrel 5/20/2003
Best Poem of Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink...

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Morning Prayer

Let me to-day do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world’s vast store,
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;
Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,
Or sin by silence when I should defend.
However meagre be my worldly wealth,

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