American Poet and younger sister of poet Alice Cary
All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today.
Her washing ended with the day, yet lived she at its close, and passed the long, long night away in darning ragged hose. But when the sun in all its state illumed the Eastern skies, she passed about the kitchen grate and went to making pies.
One sweetly solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er; I'm nearer to my home today than I've ever been before; nearer my Father's house, where the many mansions be; nearer the great white throne, nearer the jasper sea; nearer the bound of life, where I lay my burden down; nearer leaving my cross; nearer wearing my crown!
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!"
Father, perfect my trust; let my spirit feel in death that her feet are firmly set on the rock of a living faith!
One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.
And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'.
Give plenty of what is given to you, and listen to pity's call; don't think the little you give is great and the much you get is small.
O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood''s house.
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies.