Inspirational Quotes by Mary Ainge de Vere (Madeline S. Bridges) (American Poet)

WHEELS AND WHEELS
 
The maiden with her wheel of old
Sat by the fire to spin,
While lightly through her careful hold
The flax slid out and in.
 
To-day, her distaff, rock and reel
Far out of sight are hurled,
For now the maiden with her wheel
Goes spinning round the world.
—Mary Ainge de Vere (Madeline S. Bridges)

LIFE’S MIRROR
 
There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave,
There are souls that are pure and true,
Then give to the world the best 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 word and deed.
 
Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind;
And honor will honor meet;
And a smile that is sweet will surely find
A smile that is just as sweet.
 
Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn,
You will gather in flowers again
The scattered seeds from your thoughts 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 you have,
And the best will come back to you.
—Mary Ainge de Vere (Madeline S. Bridges)
Topics: Health, Giving, Positive Attitudes, Optimism, Persistence, Conscience

THE SPINNER
 
The spinner twisted her golden thread
As she sat and spun;
“The earth and the heaven are mine,” she said,
“And the moon and sun;
Into my web the sunlight goes,
And the breath of May—
And the crimson life of the new blown rose
That was born to-day.”
 
The spinner sat in the hush of noon.
And her song was low;
“Ah, morning, you pass away too soon.
You are swift to go;
My heart o’erflows like a brimming cup
With its hopes and fears—
Love, come and drink the sweetness up
‘Ere it turns to tears.”
 
The spinner looked at the falling sun,
“Is it time to rest?
My hands are weary—my work is done;
I have wrought my best—
I have spun and woven with patient eyes.
And with fingers fleet—
Lo! Where the toil of a lifetime lies
‘Tis a winding sheet.”
—Mary Ainge de Vere (Madeline S. Bridges)

THE ENDLESS STORY
 
A freshening wind, an April shadow,
A bird’s song trilling clear and fast,
A gleam of violets from the meadow,
A builded nest—and the Spring is past.
 
Warm golden blooms that break asunder.
The calm of a full perfection won
A lightning spark—a crash of thunder,
And rose-leaves scattered—the Summer’s done.
 
Light thistle-downs through the blue air flying.
Swift wandering leaves of gold and red,
An empty nest by the wayside lying—
A mateless bird! Ah, fair Autumn’s dead!
 
A bright white world! Soft Snow wreaths blowing,
And fringed eaves dropping in the sun.
Then floating ice to the great sea going.
And the endless story is again begun.
—Mary Ainge de Vere (Madeline S. Bridges)