It Is Not Reason Which

A Healthful Hunger For A Great Idea Is The Beauty And Blessedness Of Life.

What Change Has Made The Pastures Sweet And Reached The Daisies At My Feet, And Cloud That Wears A Golden Hem? This Lovely World, The Hills, The Sward-- They All Look Fresh, As If Our Lord But Yesterday Had Finished Them.

We Wish For More In Life Rather Than More Of It.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

And The Guelder Rose In A Great Stillness Dropped, And Ever Dropped, Her Wealth About Her Feet.