But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?
And I am happy when I sing.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.