Rose: the main gardener

 

          Risultati e Rose

Chi vuole un bel giardino,
che sia grande oppur piccino,
con bei fiori da guardare,
deve mettersi a scavare.
Ci son poche cose al mondo
per cui bastan desideri:
se si voglion cose degne,
al lavoro si va seri.
Non importa l'obiettivo
qui è il segreto delle cose:
dai di pala, ogni giorno,
se vuoi risultati o rose. 

                                          Edgar Guest

Poem

                      Kind hearts are the gardens,
                      Kind thoughts are the roots,
                      Kind words are the flowers,
                      Kind deeds are the fruits.

                      Take care of your garden,
                      And keep out the weeds;
                      Fill it up with sunshine,
                      Kind words and kind deeds.

What is Success?

“What Constitutes Success”

He has achieved success who has lived well,

laughed often and loved much;

who has gained the respect of intelligent men

and the love of little children;

who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;

who has left the world better than he found it,

whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;

who has never lacked appreciation of earth’s beauty

or failed to express it;

who has always looked for the best in others

and given them the best he had;

whose life was an inspiration 

                                        whose memory a benediction.

                             

                                                                 By Bessie Stanley (1905)

The Voyage

               The Voyage

Caroline Atherton Mason (1823–1890)

WHICHEVER way the wind doth blow,   

Some heart is glad to have it so;               

Then blow it east or blow it west,            

The wind that blows, that wind is best. 

My little craft sails not alone:              

A thousand fleets from every zone        

Are out upon a thousand seas; 

And what for me were favoring breeze

Might dash another, with the shock       

Of doom, upon some hidden rock.                  

And so I do not dare to pray       

For winds to waft me on my way,            

But leave it to a Higher Will         

To stay or speed me; trusting still            

That all is well, and sure that He                        

Who launched my bark will sail with me

Through storm and calm, and will not fail,            

Whatever breezes may prevail,

To land me, every peril past,      

Within his sheltering heaven at last.                

Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,        

My heart is glad to have it so;    

And blow it east or blow it west,              

The wind that blows, that wind is best.  

You speak to me

“YOU SPEAK TO ME”

(adapted to song)

At the cool of the day with You I walk,
In my garden’s grateful shade.
I hear Your voice among the trees,
And I am not afraid.

Your hand that shuts the flowers to sleep,
Each in its dewy fold,
Is strong my little life to keep,
And competent to hold.

You speak to me in every wind,
You smile from every star,
You are not deaf to me, nor blind,
Not absent, nor afar.

The powers below, and powers above,
Are subject to Your care.
I cannot wander from Your love,
Who loves me everywhere.

    Caroline Atherton Mason [1823-1890]