Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.
Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.
All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.
Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.
I would blossom if I were a rose.
A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.