Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.
we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.