True worth is in being, not seeming
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.
We cannot make bargains for blisses, / Nor catch them like fishes in nets; / And sometimes the thing our life misses, / Helps more than the thing which it gets.
Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.
He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can.
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!