Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
The moon looks upon many night flowers the night flowers see but one moon.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes they turn Like marigolds toward the sunny side.
