Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.