1819 New Year’s Carrier’s Address, By: Major Henry Livingston, Jr.

Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand’red too far,
Without any compass, or planet or star;
My dear native village I scarcely can see
So I’ll hie to my hive like the tempest-tost bee.
Hail home! sacred home! to my soul ever dear;
Abroad may be wonders but rapture is here.
My future ambition will never soar higher
Than the clean brushed hearth and convivial fire;
Here I lounge at my pleasure, and bask at my ease,
Full readily sooth’d, and desirous to please,
As happy myself as I happy can be,
I wish all the circle as happy as me.
But hark what a clatter! the Jolly bells ringing,
The lads and the lasses so jovially singing,
Tis New-Years they shout and then haul me along
In the mdist of their merry-make Juvenile throng;
But I burst from their grasp: unforgetful of duty
To first pay obeisence to wisdom and Beauty,
My conscience and int’rest unite to command it,
And you, my kind PATRONS, deserve & demand it.
On your patience to trespass no longer I dare,
So bowing, I wish you a Happy New Year.

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Otherwise, By: Jane Kenyon (1947 – 1995)

Otherwise
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
(c) Jane Kenyon

Peace – By: Sarah Teasdale

Peace flows into me

As the tide to the pool by the shore;

It is mine forevermore,

It will not ebb like the sea.

 *

I am the pool of blue

That worships the vivid sky;

My hopes were heaven-high,

They are all fulfilled in you.

 *

I am the pool of gold

When sunset burns and dies —

You are my deepening skies;

Give me your stars to hold.

Let me go where’er I will. By: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let me go where’er I will,

     I hear a sky-born music still:

     It sounds from all things old,

       It sounds from all things young,

     From all that’s fair, from all that’s foul,

       Peals out a cheerful song.

     It is not only in the rose,

       It is not only in the bird,

     Not only where the rainbow glows,

       Nor in the song of woman heard,

     But in the darkest, meanest things

     There alway, alway something sings.

     ‘Tis not in the high stars alone,

       Nor in the cup of budding flowers,

     Nor in the redbreast’s mellow tone,

       Nor in the bow that smiles in showers,

     But in the mud and scum of things

     There alway, alway something sings.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dreams of someone else? Find out in the pages of Dream’s Sake, a general fiction novel by Jyoti Arora. For more information and free preview of first chapter, please visit: http://www.jyotiarora.com/dream-s-sake

Old things need not be therefore true. By: Arthur Hugh Clough.

 Old things need not be therefore true,

     O brother men, nor yet the new;

     Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,

     And yet consider it again!

     We! what do we see? each a space

     Of some few yards before his face;

     Does that the whole wide plan explain?

     Ah, yet consider it again!

     Alas! the great world goes its way,

     And takes its truth from each new day;

     They do not quit, nor can retain,

     Far less consider it again.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dreams of someone else? Find out in the pages of Dream’s Sake, a general fiction novel by Jyoti Arora. For more information and free preview of first chapter, please visit: http://www.jyotiarora.com/dream-s-sake

Abou Ben Adhem, By: Leigh Hunt

    Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

    Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

    And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

    Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

    An Angel writing in a book of gold:

*

    Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

    And to the Presence in the room he said,

    “What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,

    And with a look made of all sweet accord

    Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”

*

    “And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,”

    Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,

    But cheerily still; and said, “I pray thee, then,

    Write me as one who loves his fellow men.”

*

    The Angel wrote, and vanished. The next night

    It came again with a great wakening light,

    And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,

    And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!

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In Search Of God, By Swami Vivekanand

O”er hill and dale and mountain range,

In temple, church, and mosque,

In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran

I had searched for Thee in vain.

Like a child in the wildest forest lost

I have cried and cried alone,

‘Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?

The echo answered, ‘gone’.

*

And days and nights and years then passed—

A fire was in the brain;

I knew not when day changed in night,

The heart seemed rent in twain.

I laid me down on Ganga’s shore,

Exposed to sun and rain;

With burning tears I laid the dust

And wailed with waters’ roar.

*

I called on all the holy names

Of every clime and creed,

‘Show me the way, in mercy, ye

Great ones who have reached the goal.’

*

Years then passed in bitter cry,

Each moment seemed an age,

Till one day ’midst my cries and groans

Some one seemed calling me.

*

A gentle soft and soothing voice

That said ‘my son’, ‘my son’,

That seemed to thrill in unison

With all the chords of my soul.

*

I stood on my feet and tried to find

The place the voice came from;

I searched and searched and turned to see

Round me, before, behind.

Again, again it seemed to speak—

The voice divine to me.

In rapture all my soul was hushed,

Entranced, enthralled in bliss.

*

A flash illumined all my soul;

The heart of my heart opened wide,

O joy, O bliss, what do I find!

My love, my love, you are here,

And you are here, my love, my all!

*

And I was searching thee!

From all eternity you were there

Enthroned in majesty!

*

From that day forth, wher’er I roam,

I feel Him standing by

O’er hill and dale, high mount and vale,

Far far away and high.

*

The moon’s soft light, the stars so bright,

The glorious orb of day,

He shines in them; His beauty—might—

Reflected lights are they.

The majestic morn, the melting eve,

The boundless billowy sea,

In nature’s beauty, songs of birds,

I see through them—it is He.

*

When dire calamity seizes me,

The heart seems weak and faint,

All nature seems to crush me down,

With laws that never bend.

*

Meseems I hear Thee whispering sweet,

‘My love, I am near’. ‘I am near’.

My heart gets strong. With thee, my love,

A thousand deaths no fear.

Thou speakest in the mother’s lay

That shuts the babies’ eye;

When innocent children laugh and play

I see Thee standing by.

*

When holy friendship shakes the hand,

He stands between them too;

He pours the nectar in mother’s kiss

And the babies’ sweet ‘mama’.

Thou wert my God with prophets old;

All creeds do came from Thee;

The Vedas, Bible, and Koran bold

Sing Thee in harmony.

*

‘Thou art’, ‘Thou art’ the Soul of Souls

In the rushing stream of life.

‘Om Tat Sat Om.’* Thou art my God.

My love, I am Thine, I am Thine.

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  *Tat Sat means that only real existence.[Swamiji’s note]

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dreams of someone else? Find out in the pages of Dream’s Sake, a general fiction novel by Jyoti Arora. For more information and free preview of first chapter click on the picture below or visit: http://www.jyotiarora.com/dream-s-sake

Dream's Sake A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Dream’s Sake
A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Mutability, By: Percy Bysshe Shelley

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;

How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly!–yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

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Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

One mood or modulation like the last.

 *

We rest.–A dream has power to poison sleep;

We rise.–One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

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It is the same!–For, be it joy or sorrow,

The path of its departure still is free:

Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but Mutability.

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Dream's Sake A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Dream’s Sake
A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Invictus, By: William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903

Life, as we know it, is one hard road of bumps and bruises. Injuries that we have to bear, pain that we have to suffer. What matters however is to keep going, to keep walking- with spirit and resolve- despite anything.

I once read somewhere that life is like a game of cards. The cards we get to play is luck. We’ve no control over that. But how we play our game, well, that’s entirely up to us. Sure, it would be so easy to walk out on a losing game. What needs courage is to keep playing, to keep striving for a victory, even in the face of assured defeat.

And then, when we reach the final destination, even if bloodied and broken, we may yet keep our head unbowed. For we tried, and THAT, my friends, is a victory in itself.

~ Jyoti Arora ( http://www.jyotiarora.com/ )

And on that note, here’s one of my all time favourite poems. Do let me know what you think of it.

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~Invictus~

 Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

 *

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 *

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

 *

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

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How far can a person go to fulfill the dreams of someone else? Find out in the pages of Dream’s Sake, a general fiction novel by Jyoti Arora. For more information and free preview of first chapter click on the picture below or visit: http://www.jyotiarora.com/dream-s-sake

Dream's Sake A Novel by Jyoti Arora

Dream’s Sake
A Novel by Jyoti Arora