Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Truth never hurt the teller.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.