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Read Ebook: The Album Writer's Friend Comprising More Than Three Hundred Choice Selections of Poetry and Prose Suitable for Writing in Autograph Albums Valentines Birthday Christmas and New Year Cards. by Ogilvie J S John Stuart Compiler
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IF I wake, or if I sleep, Still the memory I keep Of the tender light that lies In the depths of those brown eyes.
BE blessings scattered o'er thy way, My gladsome, joyous, laughing sprite; Be thy whole life one summer's day Without the night.
ON this leaf, in memory prest, May my name forever rest.
ON this page I'll write, simply to indite My name as your friend.
MAY thy life happy be, Is my dear wish for thee.
IT never pays to fret and growl When fortune seems our foe, The better bred will push ahead And strike the braver blow; For luck is work, And those who shirk Should not lament their doom, But yield the play, And clear the way, That better men have room.
DESIRE not to live long, but well; How long we live, not years, but actions, tell.
MEANNESS shun, and all its train; Goodness seek, and life is gain.
A BEAUTIFUL life ends not in death.
ROUND went the autograph; hither it came, For me to write in; so here's my name.
PASSING through life's field of action, Lest we part before its end, Take within your modest volume, This memento from a friend.
WE meet and part--the world is wide; We journey onward side by side A little while, and then again Our paths diverge. A little pain-- A silent yearning of the heart For what has grown of life a part; A shadow passing o'er the sun, Then gone, and light again has come. We meet and part, and then forget; And life holds blessings for us yet.
WHEN things don't go to suit you, And the world seems upside down, Don't waste your time in fretting, But drive away the frown.
MAY your coffee and slanders against you be ever the same--without grounds.
THE world is full of fools. And he who would none view, Must shut himself in a cave, And break his mirror, too.
IT never pays to wreck the health In drudging after gain; And he is sold who thinks that gold The cheapest bought with pain. An humble lot, A cosey cot, Have tempted even kings; For station high, That wealth will buy, Not oft contentment brings.
REMEMBER me, is all I ask And, if remembrance be a task, Forget me.
"Life is real--life is earnest;" And the heroine in the strife Is the one who leaves the future-- Living but the present life;-- Lives it truly, nobly, grandly; Thus prepares for coming fate; Strives to make her living perfect;-- Learns to labor and to wait.
THE violet is for faithfulness, Which in me shall abide: Hoping, likewise, from your heart You will not let it slide.
THIS is thine album. May it be A source of happiness to thee. And may each page that's written o'er, Be better than the one before.
'TIS a terrible fate, my dear miss, To be asked to write in a book like this; For, scratch my head as hard as I may-- I've such a skull--
And if I try to moralize, Or vent my thoughts in sentiment, Or attempt to laud you to the skies, Or spread myself on compliment, I'm so awful dull,
That my efforts would prove futility; For the sex of your kind, are of that turn of mind, That morals, verse and flattery, Have to you been so oft defined, You are full.
If rhyming I try, adorable Miss, The first I think of, is dear little Kiss, Or some such nonsense as connubial bliss, Or changing your title "Mrs." from "Miss;" But that's prosaical.
To give you advice, I'd never presume;-- Incompetence may be the reason for that;-- To wish you long life and a blest happy home Is aged and stale, exhausted and flat, And excruciatingly formal.
Now, what to do I do not know, Or how to make my paragraph; So I'll doff my hat, and make my bow And send this as my autograph.
MAY there be just clouds enough o'er your life to cause a glorious sunset.
REMEMBER me when far away, And only half awake; Remember me on your wedding-day, And send a slice of cake.
THE earth can boast no purer tie, No brighter, richer gem, No jewel of a lovelier dye, Than Friendship's diadem.
Then may this ray of light divine Ne'er from our bosoms fade; But may it on our pathway shine, Till death our hearts invade.
OH! love is such a strange affair; So strange to all. It cometh from above And lighteth like a dove On some. But some it never hits Unless it gives them fits. Oh, hum.
THY cheerful, gentle ways, I do admire: Thy future, to be happy, I greatly desire; Thy trusting confidence, may I require; Thy firm friend to be, will I aspire.
AS a slight token of esteem, Accept these lines from me; So plain and simple, they do seem Unworthy such as thee. But soon these traced lines will fade And disappear--'tis their doom. May you, unlike them, be arrayed In a perpetual bloom.
IN memory's wreath may one bud be entwined for me.
OH! think of me some day When I am far away; I'll pray thy days be long And joyous as the song Of sweet birds singing near, Thy heart with love to cheer.
MAY joy thy spirit fill, All care and sorrow cease; Remember 'tis His will Who hath spoken, "Peace!"
IN fair and sunny beauty, or gray 'neath evening skies, The purple hills from misty vales, upward to heaven rise: Their rugged side we scarce can see o'er-decked with fern and heather, That rings its scented violet bells through fair and stormy weather; So may thy life be clothed with flowers, and breathe a purer air, Fresh from the "everlasting hills," knowing no grief or care,-- And if the sunny sky must pale, as pales the setting sun, May it only show the stars are near, peeping out, one by one!
WORK, while yet the daylight shines, With a loving heart and true, For golden years are fleeting by, And we are passing, too.
Then learn to make the most of life-- Make glad each passing day-- For time will never bring thee back The chances swept away.
Let not the hours we've spent together, Go past as nothing, by; Forget me not, e'en though you must Remember with a sigh.
THANKSGIVING-DAY again is here, And turkey is the leading question; I wish, with heartiness sincere, That you may have a good digestion.
THOUGH many flowers have faded from my life, And clouds obscure the brightness of its sky; This have I learned: we can do much to make Our lives a blessing and our words a power, If what we find to do, for Christ's dear sake, We do with faithfulness, from hour to hour.
IT may occur in after life That you, I trust, a happy wife, Will former happy hours retrace, Recall each well-remembered face. At such a moment I but ask-- I hope 'twill be a pleasant task-- That you'll remember as a friend One who'll prove true e'en to the end.
I SAW two clouds at morning, Tinged by the morning sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one; I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. Such be your gentle motion, Till life's last pulse shall beat, And you float on in joy to meet A calmer sea, where storms shall cease-- A purer sky, where all is peace.
WHEN on this page you chance to look, Just think of me and close the book.
BE a good girl, and you will be a true woman.
MAY thy darkest hours in life be well lighted with the sunshine of contentment.
YOURS sincerely--although merely--
WHEN the golden sun is setting, And your heart from care is free, When o'er a thousand things you're thinking, Will you sometimes think of me?
HOW long we live, not years, but actions tell; That man lives twice who lives the first life well. Make then, while yet ye may, your God your friend. Whom Christians worship, yet not comprehend. The trust that's given, guard; and to yourself be just; For, live we how we can, yet die we must.
LIVE well; how long or short, permit to Heaven; They who forgive most, shall be most forgiven.
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