Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!

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

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.