I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
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.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.