The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
I have lived 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.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.