All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.