I am a part of all that I have met.

All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.