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

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

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

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.

This is truth the poet sings . . .