“What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew”

“The year's at the springAnd day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hill-side's dew-pearled;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven—All's right with the world!”

“As is your sort of mind,So is your sort of search:You will find what you desire.”

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!”

“How well I know what I mean to doWhen the long dark Autumn evenings come,And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue?With the music of all thy voices, dumbIn life’s November too!I shall be found by the fire, suppose,O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age,While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows,And I turn the page, and I turn the page,Not verse now, only prose!”

“Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her ”

“This world's no blot for us,Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good:To find its meaning is my meat and drink.”