He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!
Why stay on the earth except to grow.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.