Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

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

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

I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

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

For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.