Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.