Children bring their own love with them when they come.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.