A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life. |
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod. |
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. |
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away. |
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored. |
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered |
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life. |
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. |
O fateful flower beside the rill - The Daffodil, the daffodil! |
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. |
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. |
You Moon! Have you done something wrong in heaven, / That God has hidden your face? |