A LIFE without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth with the fire dead, the laughter stilled, and the light extinguished.
It is like a winter landscape -- with the sun hidden, the flowers frozen, and the wind whispering through the withered leaves.
There is usually the motive and the price. Have you heard of or do you remember William Morris - and how his life was lived, his fortune spent, his hands busied -- in the service of others? He was the father of the settlement movement, of co-operative homes for working people, and of the arts and crafts revival, in days past.
He was a "soldier of the common good." After he was gone -- his life began to grow in radiance and power, like a beacon set high upon a dangerous shore. In the twilight of his days he wrote what I like to think was his creed -- and mine: "I'm going your way, so let us go hand in hand. You help me and I'll help you. We shall not be here very long; for too soon - death; the kind old nurse, will come and rock us all to sleep.
Let us help one another while we may."
Let us help one another while we may."
Frank P. Tebbetts



4 comments:
Thank you - NICE
You have changed your blog! It's really very nice, and the font makes me smile without even reading one word. I agree with every word you have written here, though, and I am still smiling, thinking of YOU! :-)
Beautiful Lilly
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!
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