My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

Power said to the world, "You are mine." The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, "I am thine." The world gave it the freedom of her house.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.