The Spring Came Suddenly, Bursting

Many People Do Not Allow Their Principles To Take Root, But Pull Them Up Every Now And Then, As Children Do The Flowers They Have Planted, To See If They Are Growing.

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!

All Are Architects Of Fate, Working In These Walls Of Time; Some With Massive Deeds And Great, Some With Ornaments Of Rhyme.

O Holy Trust! O Endless Sense Of Rest! Like The Beloved John To Lay His Head Upon The Saviour's Breast, And Thus To Journey On!

With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus Rolling His Stone Up The Mountain!