And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
I am athirst for God, the living God.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.