A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.