O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
I am athirst for God, the living God.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
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 have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.