We Wish For More In

Yet There Are Some Resting-places, / Life's Untroubled Interludes; / Times When Neither Past Nor Future / On The Soul's Deep Calm Intrudes.

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

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.

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!