O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
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.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?