Not all those who wander are lost

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by frost.   (J. R. R. Tolkien)

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet.

And whither then? I cannot say.   (J.R.R. Tolkien)

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   (Dylan Thomas)

Grow old along with me!

The best is yet to be.

The last of life, for which the first was made.   (Robert Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breath and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.   (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

Love me sweet with all thou art

Feeling, thinking, seeing;

Love me in the Lightest part,

Love me in full Being.    (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,

And men below, and saints above:

For love is heaven, and heaven is love.   (Sir Walter Scott)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.    (Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — ­I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.     (Robert Frost)

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.     (William Blake)

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite.  (William Blake)

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee

- And reverie.

The reverie alone will do, if bees are few.        (Emily Dickinson)

All we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.    (Edgar Allan Poe)

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’

Gleams that untravell’d world, whose margins fades

For ever when I move.   (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of herioc hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.   (Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your soul.

Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.   (Ralph Vaull Starr)

Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,

Stains the white radiance of eternity.   (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

I was born to catch dragons in their dens

And pick flowers

To tell tales and laugh away the morning

To drift and dream like a lazy stream

And walk barefoot across sunshine days.   (James Kavanaugh)

If I could take your troubles

I would toss them into the sea,

But all these things I'm finding

Are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain

Or catch a rainbow fair,

But let me be what I know best,

A friend that is always there.    (Khahlil Gibran)

We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world forever, it seems.   (Arthur O'Shaughnessy)

To dream the impossible dream,

To fight the unbeatable foe,

To bear the unbearable sorrow,

To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong,

To love pure and chaste from afar,

To try when your arms are too weary,

To reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest, to follow that star,

No matter how hopeless, no matter how far.

To fight for the right without question or pause;

To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause.   (Jim Darion)

The summit of the mountain,

The thunder of the sky,

The rhythm of the sea,

Speaks to me,

And my heart soars.   (Dan George)

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed.  Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.                           (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

And for all this nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, Morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.              (Gerard Manley Hopkins)

There was a time when

meadow, grove,

And stream,

The earth, and every common sight,

To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light,

The glory and the fresness

of a dream.        (William Wordsworth)

Deep peace of the Running Wave to you.

Deep peace of the Flowing Air to you.

Deep peace of the Quiet Earth to you.

Deep peace of the Shining Stars to you.

Deep peace of the Gentle Night to you.

Deep peace of the Brilliant Sun to you.

Moon and Stars pour their healing light on you.

Deep peace to you.        (A Gaelic Blessing)

Mine — by the Right of the White Election!

Mine — by the Royal Seal!

Mine — by the Sign in the Scarlet Prison —

Bars — cannot conceal!

Mine —- here — in Vision — and in Veto!

Mine — by the Grave’s Repeal —

Delirious Charter!

Mine — long as Ages steal.         (Emily Dickinson)

Beneath the rose the desert grows,

Beneath the desert grows the sea:

How fathom that clear profundity,

End of all shadows and their source,

Blazing on whichare spun

The Pole Star and the Sun.  (Lewis Thompson)

Time there hath been when only God was All,

And it shall be again.  The hour is nam’d

When seraph, cherub, angel, saint, man, fiend,

Made pure, and unbelievably uplift

Above their present state, drawn up to God

Like dew into the  air, shall All be heav’n;

All souls shall be in God, and shall be God,

And nothing but God be.  (Phillip Bailey)

If ye lay bound upon the wheel of change,

And no way were of breaking from the chain,

The Heart of boundless being is a curse,

The Soul of Things fell Pain.

Ye are not bound!  The Soul of Things is sweet,

The Heart of Being is celestial Rest;

Stronger than woe is will: that which was Good

Doth pass to Better—Best.

Before beginning, and without an end,

As space eternal and as surety sure,

Is fixed a Power divine which moves to good,

Only its laws endure.  (Sir Edwin Arnold)