Children Are God's Apostles, Sent Forth, Day

Most Long Lives Resemble Those Threads Of Gossamer, The Nearest Approach To Nothing Unmeaningly Prolonged, Scarce Visible Pathways Of Some Worm From His Cradle To His Grave.

And But Two Ways Are Offered To Our Will, Toil With Rare Triumph, Ease With Safe Disgrace, The Problem Still For Us And All Of Human Race.

Darkness Is Strong, And So Is Sin, But Surely God Endures Forever!

The Mind Can Weave Itself Warmly In The Cocoon Of Its Own Thoughts, And Dwell A Hermit Anywhere.

Nature Fits All Her Children With Something To Do, He Who Would Write And Can't Write, Can Surely Review.