Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?

Those who love are but one step from heaven.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.