And The Guelder Rose In

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

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

O Sleep! O Sleep! Do Not Forget Me. Sometimes Come And Sweep, Now I Have Nothing Left, Thy Healing Hand Over The Lids That Crave Thy Visits Bland, Thou Kind, Thou Comforting One. For I Have Seen His Face, As I Desired, And All My Story Is Done. O, I Am Tired.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.