A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

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

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

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.