Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

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

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!