The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.

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

Children bring their own love with them when they come.

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?

I am athirst for God, the living God.

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