Here are some poems that I’ve always loved (below)…… but there are so many…… They are both by Ella Wheeler Wilcox; a poet of the late 1800’s. She’s also the author of some other famous lines, such as: “laugh and world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone”, and “love lights more fires than hate extinguishes”.
I’ve also just released a SYD remake. (click the little pic to check it out). I’ve been told to tell you that we’re settling the PayPal issue by only offering our songs through cdbaby (so we’ll be moving many songs from bandcamp and different sites etc… over there. They give you the choice of using a credit card, OR PayPal OR check etc… We will also re-launch the Abbottshoppe as a safe place to use as well because it is directly managed by my office.
AND SOME NEWS….
I’ve been hesitant to commit- but it looks like we’ll be releasing an EP of new songs sometime around Thanksgiving__ish… I will keep you posted.
Here are the poems and Happy May to all.
P O E M S ……
…from “Winds of Fate”
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails,
And Not the gales,
That tell us the way to go.
Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along through life,
‘Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
A Song Of Life
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.
In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?) ,
I can laugh at the world and its sages
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.
I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are you troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.
Come out of the world – come above it
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises
But only the perfume of flowers
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.