Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
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
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.