Children Bring Their Own Love

For Hearts Where Wakened Love Doth Lurk, How Fine, How Blest A Thing Is Work! For Work Does Good When Reasons Fail.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

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

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.

Man Is The Miracle In Nature. God Is The One Miracle To Man.