Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.