Man is more than constitutions.

He is wisest, who only gives, True to himself, the best he can: Who drifting on the winds of praise, The inward monitor obeys. And with the boldness that confuses fear Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience steer.

Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.

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