Youth! Youth! How buoyant are thy hopes! They turn, Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
O last love! O first love! My love with the true heart, To think I have come to this your home, And yet we are apart!
How could I tell I should love thee today, Whom that day I held not dear? How could I know I should love thee away When I did not love thee anear?
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire Our only greatness is that we aspire.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said.
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.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.