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.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.