The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

A power is passing from the earth.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

Love betters what is best