Smiling the boy fell dead.

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

But facts are facts and flinch not.