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Be inspired by these Lillian E. Curtis which are full of inspiration and encouragement. Lillian was born in Chicago during the mid 1800's.

Two of her books were published and have inspired people over the years. Her first book Forget-Me-Not was published in 1872. Her second book Patchwork, was published after her manuscript, The Casket, was destroyed in a fire in 1874.

We have selected poems from these two books which we hope you enjoy!

Lillian E. Curtis
Lillian E. Curtis


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  1. Expect The Worst And Hope For The Best
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    In this world where waves of trouble ever are rolling,
    And discouragement is ofttimes a guest,
    If, perchance, there's a fond hope with its gentle consoling,
    Expect the worst and hope for the best.

    There's a full cup of joy, perhaps, that's almost your own,
    And may soon in your expectant clasp rest,
    Yet many such ones rude winds have blown,
    Then expect the worst and hope for the best.

    Where life were witness to volumes of incoming sorrow.
    And for the faint possibility of a forthcoming joy thirst,
    Blight not the hope, nor undue misgivings borrow,
    Nor less hope for the best, but be prepared for the worst...

    The best needs no precedent its arrival to announce.
    Twill be joyfully welcomed as animation will attest,
    But Oh, lest its rival swoop down with deft, sudden pounce.
    Calmly expect the worst, still hope for the best.

    An emergency armor were safe fortified by an alternative plan
    For there's many an if in this field of contest,
    And much that is promising may prove but a sham.
    Then expect the worst and hope for the best.



  2. Friendship
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    Friendship! how boundless and expansive is the term,
    Leading thro' labyrinths - ah! 'tis a priceless germ.

    Friendship! ah, it may look from many a smiling eye,
    When bright life's sunshine and clear the sky.

    But when the storms of adversity round us are pressed,
    Then is the time for friendship's true test.

    When the dark waves of trouble are surging around,
    Then may the rare gem of friendship be found.

    One by one the false gildings will all fall away,
    While the pure and unfading jewel alone will stay.

    The genuine gem of friendship how little we know,
    Till the fierce winds of trial and misfortune blow.

    If found by the stranger afar from lov'd native soil,
    O'er fond Memory's bower should its tendrils coil.



  3. Serenity
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    Be not with grief or joy overcome,
    'Tis a transient thing at best;
    Not till this life's work is done,
    Shall we find enduring rest.



  4. The Marble Heart
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    They pass me by with a smile and a bow,
    And linger with low-spoken words by my side,
    They twine wreaths of affection over my brow,
    And all possess love, fortune and pride.

    But the trammeled heart beats not at their coming.
    And notes not their glances or tone,
    Heart that would fain towards the lovelight be running,
    With a music to equal their own.

    For all of them wonder, nor dream of the ashes
    Buried from the world's eyes apart;
    And not dreaming of a sorrow that clashes,
    They term it a marble heart.

    But they pass from sight, all these loves of mine.
    And the heart heedeth not their sigh.
    But clings to a love that was wont to shine,
    One time in the long gone by.

    Heart that hath beaten for one, from all others apart,
    Will cannot recall a flutter that's o'er,
    Call it, if they will, then, a marble heart,
    For 'twill never know love any more.



  5. A Legacy
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    Perchance you are despondent, with weariness cast down,
    Because you haven't wealth and fame,
    But oh, dispel at once that quickly gathering frown.
    If you've still your spotless name;
    A legacy more priceless far than gold,
    A legacy whose value is untold.
    Avalanches of trouble may roll around.
    But there'll be a path to lead you out some way,
    If only you step on the firm, hard ground,
    And not where it's ready to sink with foul decay;
    But whatever your loss, whatever your gain.
    Hug like a miser your spotless name.
    Oh, sink not down, or turn from the world with dread.
    If this golden legacy still remain,
    Though stormy and rough the paths you tread.
    Part not with your spotless name;
    When friends and fortune vanish on swift flying wings.
    This legacy'll stand 'mong imperishable things.



  6. A Year
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    Time goes sailing on, nor slacketh speed.
    Nor weeks, nor months doth stop to heed,
    Sweeping o'er seasons like a passing dream.
    Changing many a fair and beauteous scene,
    Cheered by its smile, watered by its tear.
    There standeth by, the twelfth season near.
    Another year!

    The brooklet its merry song still singing,
    The bird his diurnal visit bringing,
    Trees loaded with blossoms in the spring.
    Precious fruit in fall they bring.
    The leaves are green, then brown and sere,
    Showing that autumn draweth near.
    Gone a year!

    We turn one glance adown the flowery dell,
    To bid, we think, a brief farewell.
    Press the lips from which we must part.
    Whisper with lov'd ones pressed to our heart,
    List'ing to the voice like music to our ear.
    Scanning the faces that are to us so dear,
    "Only a year!"

    Oh, fickle, fateful, e'er changeful Time,
    That variest all within thy line,
    Wilt make changes 'mid the scenes we leave,
    And o'er them a mournful chasm weave?
    Wilt leave the eyes now bright and clear,
    And the forms to us so loved and dear,
    Til we return in a year?



  7. The Two Bears
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    There are two bears that near us we should allow to dwell,
    Nor e'er by harsh word or hasty act repel,
    Homes and lives can only be happy made,
    Where these two bears are allowed to stay,
    And the foundation for enjoyment is laid.
    Where these two bears haunt the way.
    Oh, send them never crossly from the door,
    But let them remain one's sight before.
    For they'll ne'er bring grief nor sorrow.
    Nor ever a thought of pending sadness.
    They'll point out many a bright to-morrow.
    And fill it with joy and gladness.

    Those two bears we should nourish e'er with care.
    Their names, remember, are Bear and Forbear.



  8. Meetings And Partings
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    In the depot, or the railway car, perchance.
    Or mayhap in the crowded street,
    'Tis like a rare poem, or a thrilling romance.
    Thousands as strangers meet:
    An hour, a week, a month flits by.
    And round each pulsing heart
    Friendship has bonnd a golden tie,
    When they are called, alas, to part.
    Yes, they who unfamiliar strangers met
    Are called to part in tears,
    While Memory has her signet set,
    To shine in future years.

    Little know we, standing on Uncertainty's threshold vast.
    Whom we may meet to love, part with to meet no more.
    As turning an eye down the vestibule of the past,
    We launch our barque on Fate's mystic shore.
    Methinks that the saddest of life's sad, sad things
    Is to meet to love, and when a brief space is o'er,
    And limited hours have fled on arrowy wings,
    To part, to meet on earth no more! no more!
    Friends, near and dear to us as our own connection,
    We tearfully press to our throbbing heart.
    Sadly twine o'er them the wreath of fond affection,
    For we have met, alas, to part!

    But such is this changeful world of ours,
    That bitter close to sweet must cling,
    As December's snows and May's warm showers
    The varied seasons bring;
    And in this world, spacious and so wide,
    Some Arm, staunch friends we find,
    But are hurried swiftly along the tide.
    To leave them soon behind.
    Yet oft we weave ties not easily broken.
    Though sundered for aye apart.
    And we cherish each word and token.
    They've won a place within the heart;
    And when o'er life's last refulgent ray.
    May we meet around that Throne,
    Meet to spend a long, perennial day,
    Meet where parting is unknown.



  9. The Heart's Own Story
    Poet: Lillian E. Curtis


    A gay, joyous laugh and a bright, winning smile,
    A countenance beaming with mirth,
    And the motley world is opining the while:
    "He's the happiest being on earth."
    They see his fair fame, with fortune he*s blest,
    But ah, the heart knoweth its own story best!

    The laugh may be forced, the smile be assumed.
    The mirth, a mask of deepest disguise.
    And dark wells of sorrow are often illumed.
    By an artful dissembling of eyes;
    And the world fancies Joy where Despair is a guest,
    For ah, the heart knoweth its own story best!

    On a wintry day when the sun shines bright.
    We think, what delightful weather!
    And wonder people are bundled so tight.
    And pulling their mufflers together;
    But we feel not the cold that's piercing their breast
    For ah, the heart knoweth its own story best!

    The smile-wreathed face is oftimes the saddest,
    Gay corsage may flaunt o'er a bleeding heart,
    The brain with grief is oftimes the maddest.
    As it some sparkling witticism impart;
    No one may judge by the fairest test,
    For ah, the heart knoweth its own story best!

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