Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To "sleep in Christ," like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

Is not thy home among the flowers?