So mothers have God's license to be missed.

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

Light tomorrow with today!

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised."