Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

This is truth the poet sings . . .

A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.