Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.