Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.

Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

No path is wholly rough.

The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over Both look their passion through sun-kissed space, As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover Might each gaze into the other's face.