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.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
I am athirst for God, the living God.