Caged Bird, Maya Angelou
The Journey, Mary Oliver
Traveler, There is No Path, Antonio Machado
Like a Rolling Stone, Bob Dylan
Hope, Emily Dickinson
To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, Emily Dickinson
Preacher Don’t Send Me, Maya Angelou
A Psalm of Life, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Invitation, Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Invictus, William Henley
Still I Rise, Maya Angelou


Caged Bird
by Maya Angelou

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The Journey
by Mary Oliver

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Traveler, There Is No Path
by Antonio Machado

Traveller, your footprints
Are the path and nothing more;
Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking.

By walking the path is made
And when you look back
You’ll see a road
Never to be trodden again.

Traveller, there is no path,
only wakes upon the sea . . .


Like A Rolling Stone
by Bob Dylan

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Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune — without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


To Fight Aloud is Very Brave
by Emily Dickinson

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The Cavalry of Woe.

Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no Country
Regards with patriot love.

We trust, in plumed procession,
For such, the Angels go,
Rank after Rank, with even feet –
And Uniforms of snow.


Preacher Don’t Send Me
by Maya Angelou

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A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day .

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, — act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.


The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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by William Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou

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Redemption Song
by Bob Marley

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