We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.