A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of 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.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
There is but halting for the wearied foot;
The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed;
One stronger far than reason mastered her.
It is not reason makes faith hard, but life.
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
How short our happy days appear!
How long the sorrowful!
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.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love
To long for, pureness to desire, a mount
Of consecration it were good to scale.
A birthday:-and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rife-
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
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