The Gate At The End Of Things

Some people say the world's all a stage
Where each plays a part in life;
While others proclaim that life is quite real,
Its joys, its battles, its strife.
Some say it's a joke, we should laugh it along,
Should smile at the knocks and stings;
Whatever is true just take this from me,
There's a gate at the end of things.

Don't try to kid yourself with the thought,
You can do as you please all the while;
Don't think you can kick the poor fellow who's down,
While you climb to the top of the pile.
Don't go back on your pal, just because he won't know,
Oh, in his eyes you may be a king;
Some day he will see you just as you are,
At the gate at the end of things.

Don't think you fool all the folks all the while,
You may do it sometimes, that is true;
They will find you out in the end every time,
The only one you fool is you.
If you see a man down, why, give him a hand,
And find how much pleasure it brings,
To know you are ready to meet all mankind,
At the gate at the end of things.

Don't let your head swell 'cause your bank roll is large
And your clothes are the latest style;
There is many a prince walking round in rags,
May have you beaten a mile.
Just try to remember as through life you go,
If you're square you're as good as a king,
And you won't have to crawl through a hole in the wall,
At the gate at the end of things.

If you've got a wife, as most fellows have,
Remember what she's been to you,
When prosperity smiles, treat her like a pal,
She's the one that has stuck to you;
Don't look for the girl from the Great White Way,
Who wears diamonds, fine clothes and those things;
Think how you'd feel to meet your little girl,
At the gate at the end of things.

Live like a man, it don't cost any more,
To act on the square and be right.
It's reward enough to know you're a man,
To hear people say, "He's white."
You can look everybody straight in the eye,
And your voice has sincerity's ring;
Then you're ready to go and pass through with the bunch,
At the gate at the end of things.

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Revival Hymn

Revive Thy work, 0 Lord!
And manifest Thy power;
Oh, come upon Thy Church, and give
A penitential shower!

Revive Thy work, O Lord!
Come now and answer prayer;
Oh, come in Holy Spirit power,
And save men everywhere!

Revive Thy work, O Lord!
And every soul inspire;
Oh, kindle in each heart, we pray,
The pentecostal fire!

Revive Thy work, O Lord!
And give abounding joy;
Oh, fill our hearts with perfect love;
And burn out all alloy!

Revive Thy work, 0 Lord!
And make Thy servants bold;
Convict of sin, and work once more
As in the days of old.

Revive Thy work, O Lord!
Fulfill Thy promise true;
Let Jesus Christ be glorified,
And great things for us do.

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There’s a Voice in the Wilderness Crying

There’s a voice in the wilderness crying,
A call from the ways untrod:
Prepare in the desert a highway,
A highway for our God!
The valleys shall be exalted,
The lofty hills brought low;
Make straight all the crooked places,
Where the Lord our God may go!

O Zion, that bringest good tidings,
Get thee up to the heights and sing!
Proclaim to a desolate people
The coming of their King.
Like the flowers of the field they perish,
The works of men decay,
The power and pomp of nations
Shall pass like a dream away.

But the word of our God endureth,
The arm of the Lord is strong;
He stands in the midst of nations,
And He will right the wrong.
He shall feed His flock like a shepherd,
And fold the lambs to His breast;
In pastures of peace He’ll lead them,
And give to the weary rest.

There’s a voice in the wilderness crying,
A call from the ways untrod:
Prepare in the desert a highway,
A highway for our God!
The valleys shall be exalted,
The lofty hills brought low;
Make straight all the crooked places,
Where the Lord our God may go!

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Heaven by Catherine Dangell

Heaven, the home of mansions fair,
Here are some things that will not be there:
No sin can enter the portals fair,
The vile and unclean shall not be there;
No sickness, no death, suffering or pain,
No devil, no demons can entrance gain;
No darkness, no night, woe or despair,
No cares or heavy burdens to bear;
No disappointment in that Fair Land,
No tears or sighs on the Golden Strand;
No fear or evil our peace to annoy,
Nothing to hurt, mar or destroy;
No heartache or grief, no not a trace,
Will ever be found in that Holy place;
Yea, fairer than mortals have here known,
Are the things God hath prepared for His own!

Heaven, the place so wonderously fair,
Here are some things that will be there:
God's throne where the glorified prostrate fall,
Jesus the Saviour, fairest of all!
Saints of all ages, lovers of God,
All who have been washed in the BLOOD;
Loved ones and friends dear to the heart,
Will meet in that Land nevermore to part;
Children of all kinds will be seen,
Joyful and happy on swards of green;
Amid the flowers that never fade,
Gorgeous colors of every shade;
The River of Life and the streets of gold,
Oh, the beauties of Heaven can never be told:
Such music and singing on earth is not heard,
Nor can be described by pen or word;
The Tree of Life, with trees blooming fair,
All manner of fruit will be found there;
Perfect love and perfect rest,
Companionship with all the blest;
Perfect peace, freedom from strife,
Everlasting joy, Eternal Life!
Yea, more than mortals here have known,
Are the things God hath prepared for His own!

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Hell by Catherine Dangell

Hell! the prison house of despair;
Here are some things that won't be there:
No flowers will bloom on the banks of Hell,
No beauties of nature we love so well;
No comforts of home, music and song,
No friendship of joy will be found in that throng;
No children to brighten the long, weary night;
No love nor peace, nor one ray of light;
No blood-washed soul with face beaming bright,
No loving smile in that region of night;
No mercy, no pity, pardon nor grace,
No water; O God, what a terrible place!
The pangs of the lost no human can tell,
Not one moment's peace! There is no rest in Hell.

Hell! the prison house of despair,
Here are some things that will be there:
Fire and brimstone are there, we know,
For God in His Word hath told us so;
Memory, remorse, suffering and pain,
Weeping and wailing, but all in vain;
Blasphemers, swearers, haters of God,
Christ-rejectors while here on earth trod;
Murderers, gamblers, drunkards and liars,
Will have their part in the lake of fire;
The filthy, the vile, the cruel and the mean,
What a horrible mob in Hell will be seen!
Yes, more than humans on earth can tell,
Are torments and woes of Eternal HELL!

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Father (Humor) by Edgar A. Guest

My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.

My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.

All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it's hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.

It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father's just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he'd very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
'Tis mother has to fight it.

In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He's built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action.

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A Father's Prayer by Edgar A. Guest

Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.

When he shall err, as once did I,
Or boyhood folly bids him stray,
Let me not into anger fly
And drive the good in him away.
Teach me to win his trust, that he
Shall keep no secret hid from me.

Lord, strengthen me that I may be.
A fit example for my son.
Grant he may never hear or see
A shameful deed that I have done.
However sorely I am tried,
Let me not undermine his pride.

In spite of years and temples gray,
Still let my spirit beat with joy;
Teach me to share in all his play
And be a comrade with my boy.
Wherever we may chance to be,
Let him find happiness with me.

Lord, as his father, now I pray
For manhood's strength and counsel wise;
Let me deal justly, day by day,
In all that fatherhood implies.
To be his father, keep me fit;
Let me not play the hypocrite!

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Sermons We See by Edgar A. Guest

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;
I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advice you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.
When a weaker brother stumbles and a strong man stays behind
Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me
To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.
And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today
Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many, men believe what they behold;
One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.
Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,
For right living speaks a language which to every one is clear.
Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,
I'd rather see a sermon than to hear one, any day.

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Myself by Edgar A. Guest

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I have done.

I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking no one else will ever know
The kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.

I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
Whatever happens I want to be
Self respecting and conscience free.

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Oh, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud? by William Knox

Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeing meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around and together be laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.

The infant, a mother attended and, loved,
The mother, that infant’s affection who proved,
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed,
Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest.

The maid, on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure,––her triumphs are by;
And the memories of those who have loved her and praised
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the scepter hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave.

The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep;
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes, like the flower or the weed,
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes, even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen,—
We drink the same stream, and we view the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging they also would cling;
But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.

They loved, but the story we can not unfold;
They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come;
They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died, ay! they died: and we things that are now,
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
Who make in their dwelling a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage-road.

Yea! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
We mingle together in sunshine and rain;
And the smiles and the tears, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

’Tis the wink of an eye, ’tis the draught of a breath,
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,—
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

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How Did You Die? by Edmund Vance Cooke

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there -- that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,
It's how did you fight -- and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?

So, how will you die? Will you die "saved?" Or will you die unsaved? That is the #1 question of life. It is the most important question because it determines your eternal, forever, future condition. Your eternal destination will be either in heaven or in hell. No, it is not predetermined. It's your choice!

The King James Version (KJV) of the Bible describes death as a separation of the body from the spirit, the consequence of sin, and a temporary state for believers who have eternal life through Jesus Christ.

Genesis 2:7: "And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul." Note: We are not a body, soul and spirit, of three things. Our body and spirit (spirit being the breath of life), when joined, become a "living soul."

Romans 6:23: "For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord."

Ecclesiastes 12:7: "Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it."

Psalm 116:15: "Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints."

1 Corinthians 15:55: "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?"

Revelation 21:4: "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

The Gospel Message is the Christian "Good News" that Jesus Christ died on the cross for our human sins and rose from the dead to offer free salvation to all mankind. God made mankind to walk and talk with God and to live with purpose. The Problem of Sin is that everyone thinks evil things and does wrong things, sinful things, which breaks our friendship with God and creates a spiritual block we cannot fix ourselves. Jesus took the punishment for human wrongdoings by dying on the cross, paying our death sentence for us, and coming back to life three days later, thus also proving that He is God in the flesh. The free gift of Salvation is that God offers forgiveness and eternal life as a gift that people receive through faith, not by trying to earn it with good deeds. Jesus suffered the death we sinners deserve. Our sins are covered by the blood shed by Jesus when we exercise faith in Him and accept the wonderful and free gift of Salvation. Believe, repent, and start living a changed and Jesus-centered life: That is the Gospel Message!

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The Loom Of Time

Man’s life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so deftly wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern:
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

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Worthy The Name Of Sir Knight by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sir Knight of the world's oldest order,
Sir Knight of the Army of God,
You have crossed the strange mystical border,
The ground floor of truth you have trod;
You have entered the sanctum sanctorum,
Which leads to the temple above,
Where you come as a stone, and a Christ-chosen one,
In the kingdom of Friendship and Love.

As you stand in this new realm of beauty,
Where each man you meet is your friend,
Think not that your promise of duty
In hall, or asylum, shall end;
Outside, in the great world of pleasure,
Beyond, in the clamor of trade,
In the battle of life and its coarse daily strife
Remember the vows you have made.

Your service, majestic and solemn,
Your symbols, suggestive and sweet,
Your uniformed phalanx in column
On gala days marching the street;
Your sword and your plume and your helmet,
Your "secrets" hid from the world's sight;
These things are the small, lesser parts of the all
Which are needed to form the true Knight.

The martyrs who perished rejoicing
In Templary's glorious laws,
Who died 'midst the fagots while voicing
The glory and worth of their cause--
They honored the title of "Templar"
No more than the Knight of to-day
Who mars not the name with one blemish of shame,
But carries it clean through life's fray.

To live for a cause, to endeavor
To make your deeds grace it, to try
And uphold its precepts forever,
Is harder by far than to die.
For the battle of life is unending,
The enemy, Self, never tires,
And the true Knight must slay that sly foe every day
Ere he reaches the heights he desires.

Sir Knight, have you pondered the meaning
Of all you have heard and been told?
Have you strengthened your heart for its weaning
From vices and faults loved of old?
Will you honor, in hours of temptation,
Your promises noble and grand?
Will your spirit be strong to do battle with wrong,
"And having done all, to stand?"

Will you ever be true to a brother
In actions as well as in creed?
Will you stand by his side as no other
Could stand in the hour of his need?
Will you boldly defend him from peril,
And lift him from poverty's curse--
Will the promise of aid which you willingly made,
Reach down from your lips to your purse?

The world's battle field is before you!
Let Wisdom walk close by your side,
Let Faith spread her snowy wings o'er you,
Let Truth be your comrade and guide;
Let Fortitude, Justice and Mercy
Direct all your conduct aright,
And let each word and act tell to men the proud fact,
You are worthy the name of "Sir Knight".

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The Whirlpool

He was caught in the whirl of the pool of dismay,
By a thoughtless remark he had said;
He had injured a friend in a nonchalant way,
And the love they had cherished lay dead.

To his mirror he went, in its glass to confide,
And his face was both haggard and pale,
And he ask of the glass, "Should I swallow the pride,
That is pinning me down like a nail?

Should I go to my friend with remorse on my face,
A remorse that I honestly feel?
Should I beg him this whirlpool of shame to erase,
In a soul stirring voice of appeal?"

"As your heart so dictates," said a voice from the glass,
"I advise you to follow its path,
And remember 'twill pay you to keep off the grass,
That is bordered with ill will and wrath."

So he went to his friend, and he asked most sincere,
To be taken again to his heart
And the whirlpool of friendship once more does endear
These friends who had drifted apart.

If there's someone you know, whom you treated that way,
And your heart is both heavy and blue,
Seek and find him again without further delay,
Don't wait until he comes to you.

You'll find that the whirlpool of Love will replace,
Every misunderstanding and strife,
It will give you the courage to meet face to face,
The Changeable Whirlpool of Life.

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It Will Show On Your Face

You don't have to tell how you live each day.
You don't have to tell if you work or play.
A tried, true barometer will serve the place.
However you live, it will show on your face.

The faults, the deceits that you wear in your heart
Will not stay inside where it first got it's start.
For sinew and blood is a thin veil of lace;
What you wear in your heart, it will show in your face.

If you've battled and won in the great game of life,
If you feel that conquered the sorrows and strife,
If you've played the game fair and you stand on first base,
You don't have to tell it; it will show on your face.

If your life's been unselfish, if for others you live,
Not for what you can get, but for what you can give;
If you've lived close to God in his infinite grace,
You won't have to tell it, it will show on your face.

Another interesting take on this theme can be seen at The Creative Exiles.

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Pass It On by Henry Burton

Have you had a kindness shown?
Pass it on.
‘Twas not given for you alone,
Pass it on.
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another’s tears,
‘Till in heaven the deed appears-
Pass it on.

Did you hear the loving word?
Pass it on.
Like the singing of a bird?
Pass it on.
Let its music live and grow,
Let it cheer another’s woe
You have reaped what others sow,
Pass it on.

‘Twas the sunshine of a smile—
Pass it on.
Staying but a little while!
Pass it on.
April beam’s a little thing,
Still it wakes the flowers of spring,
Makes the silent birds to sing,
Pass it on.

Have you found the heavenly light?
Pass it on.
Souls are groping in the night.
Daylight gone-
Hold thy lighted lamp on high,
Be a star in someone’s sky;
He may live who else would die—
Pass it on.

Be not selfish in thy greed,
Pass it on.
Look upon thy brother’s need,
Pass it on.
Live for self you live in vain,
Live for Christ, you live again.
Live for Him, with Him you reign,
Pass it on.

Google AI Overview: Henry Burton wrote the poem and hymn "Pass It On" ("Have you had a kindness shown?") on April 8, 1885, in Acton, England. Key publication and background details: Inspiration: Based on a childhood experience of his brother-in-law, Mark Guy Pearse. First Printed: Published in The Christian Advocate (New York) in 1886 and included in his collection Wayside Songs in 1886.

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That's Living!

To travel on a weary road
To stumble 'neath a heavy load
To rise again and trudge along
And smile and sing a cheery song:

That's living!

To rise at dawning brave and strong
To help a weaker one along
To heal a wound or right a wrong
To fill a heart with gladder song:

That's living!

To meet a stranger on the way
To shake his hand and pass the day
To speak a word of kindness too
And hide the sorrow deep in you:

That's living!

To stand for right with courage true
To show with pride the man in you
To fill your life with noble deeds
A sacrifice to human needs:

That's living!

To greet life's end with no disgrace
To meet your Maker face to face
To feel along the path you've trod
That you have known both man and God:

That's living!

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Gossiptown

Have you ever heard of Gossiptown
On the shore of Falsehood Bay,
Where Old Dame Rumor with rustling gown
Is going the livelong Day?

It isn’t far to Gossiptown
For people who want to go,
The Idleness train will take you down
In just an hour or so.

The thoughtless road is crowded, you’ll find,
For most folks start that way;
But it’s all downhill and, if you don’t mind,
You’ll land in Falsehood Bay.

You glide through the valley of Wicked Talk,
And into the tunnel of Hate;
Then, crossing the Bitterness Bridge,
You walk right into the city gate.

The principal street is called “They Say,”
And “I’ve Heard” is the public well,
And the breezes that blow from Falsehood Bay
Are laden with “Don’t You Tell!”

In the midst of the town is Telltale Park-
You’re never quite safe when there;
For its owner is Madame Suspicious Remark,
Who lives on the street “Don’t Care.”

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Lord, Make Me A Regular Man by Edgar Albert Guest

This I would like to be braver and bolder,
Just a bit wiser because I am older,
Just a bit kinder to those I may meet,
Just a bit manlier taking defeat;
This for the New Year my wish and my plea–
Lord, make a regular man out of me.

This I would like to be just a bit finer,
More of a smiler and less of a whiner,
Just a bit quicker to stretch out my hand
Helping another who’s struggling to stand,
This is my prayer for the New Year to be,
Lord, make a regular man out of me.

This I would like to be just a bit fairer,
Just a bit better, and just a bit squarer,
Not quite so ready to censure and blame,
Quicker to help every man in the game,
Not quite so eager men’s failings to see,
Lord, make a regular man out of me.

This I would like to be just a bit truer,
Less of the wisher and more of the doer,
Broader and bigger, more willing to give,
Living and helping my neighbor to live!
This for the New Year my prayer and my plea–
Lord, make a regular man out of me.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics, a poem, are by Edgar Albert Guest (20 Aug 1881 – 5 Aug 1959), known as the "People’s Poet." This was composed as an inspirational New Year's poem during the interwar period in the Detroit Free Press syndication era. His first poem appeared 11 December 1898, and he wrote over 11,000 poems during his career. He composed daily syndicated newspaper verse during the 1920s and 1930s to offer simple, comforting moral reflections for everyday readers. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Life's Mirror by Madeline Bridges (Mary Alice De Vere)

There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true;
Then give to the world the best that you have,
And the best will come back to you.

Give love, and love to your life will flow,
A strength in your utmost need;
Have faith, and a score of hearts will show
Their faith in your work and deed.

Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind,
And honor will honor meet;
And the smile which is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.

Give sorrow and pity to those who mourn;
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thought outborne
Though the sowing seemed but vain.

For life is the mirror of king and slave,
'Tis just what we are and do;
Then give to the world the best that you have
And the best will come back to you.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Madeline Bridges (Mary Alice De Vere - 1844-1920) and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.