It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
Youth! Youth! How buoyant are thy hopes; they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
