O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.