And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
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.
I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
I am athirst for God, the living God.