Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.