You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.