What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity These are its sign and note and character.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
God is the perfect poet.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?