So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

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

Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.