Helen Lowrie Marshall (1904-1975) penned this poem:
"Isn't life glorious! Isn't it grand!
Here---take it---hold it tight in your hand;
Squeeze every drop of it into your soul,
Drink of the joy of it, sun-sweet and whole!
Laugh with the love of it, burst into song!
Scatter its richness as you stride along!
Isn't life splendid--- and isn't it great
We can always start living---it's never too late!"