It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
I have lived life long enough 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.
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.