God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Beauty is whatever gives joy.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.

Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.

What should I be but just what I am?