He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.