When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.

The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.

For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.