When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe.

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

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

There is no language that love does not speak.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .