Children bring their own love with them when they come.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

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

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

People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

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.