A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.