“Clothe with life the weak intent,Let me be the thing I meant ...”

“Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty;Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.”

“And still we love the evil causeAnd of the just effect complain;We tread upon life's broken lawsAnd murmur at our self-inflicted pain.”

“I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.”

“The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.”

“The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun.”

“No longer forward or behindI look in hope or fear,But grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.”