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1.
ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not
travel both
And be one traveler,
long I stood
And looked down one as
far as I could
To where it bent in the
undergrowth;
Then took the other, as
just as fair,
And having perhaps the
better claim
Because it was grassy
and wanted wear,
Though as for that the
passing there
Had worn them really
about the same,
And both that morning
equally lay
In leaves no step had
trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first
for another day!
Yet knowing how way
leads on to way
I doubted if I should
ever come back.
I shall be telling this
with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages
hence:
Two roads diverged in a
wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the
difference.
2.
Death by
John Donne
Death be not proud, though
some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
3.
If by
Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head
when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not
make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap
of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with
crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
4. A PRAYER
ALLAH, we
thank Thee for the night
And for the pleasant
morning light
For rest and food and
loving care,
And all that makes the world
so fair.
Help us to do the
things we should,
To be to others kind
and good.
In all we do, in all
we say,
To grow more loving
everyday.
5.
Metaphor by Eve Merriem
Morning
is
a new sheet of paper
for you to write on.
Whatever you want to
say,
all day,
until night
folds it up
and files it away.
The bright words and
the dark words
are gone
until dawn
and a new day
to write on.
6. ALLAH
Say,
Allah is ONE,
Like HIM there is none.
No son or daughter has HE,
Nor born to any is HE.
All things bright and
beautiful,
All creatures so, so
wonderful.
All things, big and small,
Allah alone made them
all.
