A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.
Rest if you must, but never quit.
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.