How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
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.