Finds Progress, Man's Distinctive Mark Alone, Not

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.