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Be inspired by these poems about life written by Strickland Gillilan. He was born on September 21, 1869, and he died in 1954. He was an American poet, journalist, and humorist. His work has encouraged and inspired many.

His work has been published by many including the Saturday Evening Post. He wrote many poems but also wrote short stories, songs, and novels.

Strickland Gillilan
Strickland Gillilan

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  1. A Worry Antidote
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    Petty worry, here's a chair - come in and sit.
    Note my momentary absence; pardon it.
    There's a potent bit of knowledge hid somewhere
    That can cope with you and rid me of your care.
    Through the knothole known as ignorance you came -
    It is I and I alone must bear the blame.
    Yet there somewhere is a fact you can't resist -
    I shall find it, and its help I shall enlist.

    Or if, seeking out the knowledge that you fear,
    I should find it not, though seeking far and near,
    There's a sure and strong protector that I know
    Who will come and give one look - and out you'll go.
    This protector who will change you to a wraith
    Is my never-failing friend whose name is Faith.
    Summoned always when Sir Knowledge can't be found,
    Faith will come, and then I dare you linger round!

  2. Smile at the Children
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    When a baby smiles at you, smile right back again;
    If he look askance at you, smile your sweetest then.
    He has come into a world big and strange and new.
    He must learn what sort of world - learn from such as you.
    You have been upon the road quite a little while!
    He will judge if life is good, by your frown or smile.

    When a child looks up at you, smile into his eyes.
    He has all of life ahead - life that sternly tries
    All the courage he can find, buy or beg or borrow!
    Smile to show this new earth-guest not all life is sorrow
    . You have seen, as well he knows, more of life than he-
    Smile and let him understand life holds jollity.

    When a child's eyes search your face, as all child-eyes do,
    Looking for the net effect life has had on you,
    Let him see a smile of hope - smile of cheerfulness;
    Smile that shows him you have found more than bleak distress.
    You, who know the road, assure every girl and boy
    That the grown-ups' world contains heaps and heaps of joy.

  3. No Place For Fear
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    Most every day brings some grave situation,
    Not to be feared, but faced.
    Alternatives offer, in state and in nation,
    Not to be feared, but faced.
    Dilemmas confront us each hour of the day,
    Presenting both right and erroneous way.
    These quandaries shouldn't depress us; for they
    Aren't to be feared, but faced.

    Each day of our life brings a problem or two,
    Not to be feared, but solved.
    We've off with the old one, let's on with the new -
    Not to be feared, but solved.
    The puzzle involving the right and the wrong;
    The question how not to be weak, but be strong;
    These "sums" in life's school-day come bobbing along,
    Not to be feared, but solved.

    Each day in the field there arises a foe,
    Not to be feared, but fought.
    He's not to be dodged or avoided, you know -
    Not to be feared, but fought.
    There's nothing on earth unmistakably right
    That we may maintain without strenuous fight.
    Intrenched we find always iniquitous might -
    Not to be feared, but fought.

  4. As I Go On My Way
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    My life shall touch a dozen lives before this day is done -
    Leave countless marks for good or ill ere sets this evening's sun.
    Shall fair or foul its imprint prove, on those my life shall hail?
    Shall benison my impress be, or shall a blight prevail?

    When to the last great reckoning the lives I meet must go,
    Shall this wee, fleeting touch of mine have added joy or woe?
    Shall He who looks their records o'er — of name and time and place -
    Say: "Here a blessed influence came," or "Here is evil's trace"?

    From out each point of contact of my life with other lives
    Flows ever that which helps the one who for the summit strives.
    The troubled souls encountered - does it sweeten with its touch,
    Or does it more embitter those embittered overmuch?

    Does love through every handclasp flow in sympathy's caress?
    Do those that I have greeted know a newborn hopefulness?
    Are tolerance and charity the keynote of my song
    As I go plodding onward with earth's eager, anxious throng?

    My life must touch a million lives in some way ere I go
    From this dear world of struggle to the land I do not know.
    So this the wish I always wish, the prayer I ever pray:
    Let my life help the other lives it touches by the way!

  5. Remember and Believe
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    Remember now that other darkest hour
    When you were ready to cry quits with life?
    Your last defeat had shorn you of your power;
    No more you'd be a "hero in the strife."
    Now that the dark has come to you again,
    Remember: All life's best has come since then!

    Remember when no single ray of hope
    Came to you through the gloom of baffledness?
    Remember how you could not even grope
    Through that thick murk of piteous distress?
    How can remembering but help you, when
    Your finest triumphs all have come since then?

    Remember well, and you can mock Despair;
    Remember well, and you can only smile;
    Remember well, and you can flout at Care;
    Remember; shorten Sorrow's little while.
    Remember well and you can never grieve;
    Remember, and you only can believe!

  6. After School
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    When home from school's long day he drifts
    And to my gaze his fresh face lifts.
    I read the tale of all the joys
    And sorrows that are every boy's -
    I knew them once. I feel them yet,
    Through later living's deeper fret.
    But still I hold him close, and say
    "Son, tell me all about your day."

    He tells me - whimpering o'er each grief,
    And laughing next in swift relief:
    The big, bad boy who hid his hat;
    The girl who slipped from where she sat,
    To meet with Teacher's well-earned frown;
    And how the littlest boy fell down!
    I list - not that I do not know,
    But only that I love him so.

    When, at life's troublous school day's close,
    Each world-worn pupil homeward goes,
    Straight to the Father's eyes we'll raise
    Our own, prepared for blame or praise.
    He'll slip an arm around, and say:
    "Child, tell me all about your day."
    Not that Our Father does not know,
    But only that He loves us so.

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