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.

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

The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.

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

Rest if you must, but never quit.

Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all respects resembles her who first culled the flowers of Eden. To the infinite variety and picturesque inequality of nature we owe the great charm of her uncloying beauty.

No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.