Now with the almost finished task make haste.
So near the night thou hast no time to waste.
Post up accounts, and let thy Soul's eyes look
For flaws and errors in Life's ledger-book.
When labours cease,
How sweet the sense of peace!

(C) Ella Wheeler Wilcox
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• A Dream
• Love
• Love Will Wane
• All For Me
• What We Needed.
• Father
• Nothing But Stones
• By-and-bye
• Ad Finem.
• The Voice
• Dust-sealed
• All Mad
• An Episode
• Two Roses
• Advice
• If
• A Leaf
• Fiction And Fact
• A Moorish Maid