Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness.

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.

Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed? My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God!

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

True worth is in being, not seeming

Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness.

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