And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

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.

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

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