As Created

There's a space for good to bloom in
Every heart of man or woman, -
And however wild or human,
Or however brimmed with gall,
Never heart may beat without it;
And the darkest heart to doubt it
Has something good about it
            After all.

James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. He was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and children's poetry respectively. Over his career, Riley authored approximately 1,000 poems, including "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". His influence extended into the 20th century, and his works continued to be celebrated for their nostalgic and rural themes.

James Whitcomb Riley

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Above, below, in sky and sod,
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And India's mystics sang aright
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In the field of clover, on the hillside fair,
And in lovely valley, tilled with greatest care.

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Drawing off the nurture from the grain they prize,
And their great luxuriance sore their patience tries.

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'Tis well to have a goal in mind,
A life-aim, high and true;
Clear as the day, and well defined,
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Bright flowers of every hue.
Gather the brightest while you may,
For they were meant for you.

Heaven's joy transcends the joys of earth,
But if earth's joys be pure
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Drink from the purling stream;
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Just To Be Good.

    Just to be good -
            This is enough - enough!
    O we who find sin's billows wild and rough,
    Do we not feel how more than any gold
    Would be the blameless life we led of old
    While yet our lips knew but a mother's kiss?
            Ah! though we miss
            All else but this,
    To be good is enough!

    It is enough -
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    To lift our hearts where they are understood;
    To let the thirst for worldly power and place
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            Ah! though we miss
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    To be good is enough!

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