True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness, And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.

Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.

True worth is in being, not seeming

For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.

I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.

The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow; / Calling and crying the while for grace, - / 'Some other time, and some other place; / Oh, not to-day; not now!

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.