Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

All service is the same with God.