And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

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

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.