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

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.

Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.

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

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!