No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Each man has some part to play.

See how time makes all grief decay.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.