A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered