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.
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 don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.