Make The Most Of This Life.

    Make the most of this life; where the shadow reposes
        The beams of the summer shall gather in glee,
    And the snow on the graves of the lilies and roses
        But cradles the blooms that shall whiten the lea;
    Though the hopes of the heart be encircled with sorrow
        And billows of wretchedness mutter and roll,
    There shall come with the morn of the bountiful morrow
        The pleasures that gladden the desolate soul.

    Make the most of this life; where the carols are sleeping
        That rose in their rapture from lips of the spring,
    That awakened the world from its winter of weeping,
        Sweet songs shall be sung by the birds on the wing.
    Though the bosom be dark with the dirges of sadness
        And solitudes gather so heavy and lone,
    There shall float from the musical meadows of gladness
        The ravishing measures that banish each groan.

    Make the most of this life; 'tis a garden of beauty,
        Where, blushing, the blossoms grow tenderly-sweet,
    While they brighten the years of man's labor and duty
        And scatter the kisses of love at his feet;
    'Tis a world that is wild with the laughter of living
        When hands do the brotherly kindness they can,
    And its hearts are the treasures of tenderness giving
        To soften and sweeten the nature of man.

    Make the most of this life; there is happiness in it,
        When souls find a theme for their jubilant song;
    There is music, when angels are taught to begin it,
        Which never was marred with a murmur of wrong;
    There are voices that sing in their sweetness forever,
        And mutter no strains of contention or strife,
    Neither burden the hours with the pangs of endeavor,
        When we, with our deeds, make the most of this life.

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

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