The Gift Of Perfume To A Flower

He Who Marvels At The Beauty Of The World In Summer Will Find Equal Cause For Wonder And Admiration In Winter.

I Want Nothing Less Than A Faith Founded Upon A Rock, Faith In The Constitution Of Things. The Various Man-made Creeds Are Fictitious, Like The Constellations Orion, Cassiopeia’s Chair, The Big Dipper; The Only Thing Real In Them Is The Stars, And The Only Thing Real In The Creeds Is The Soul’s Aspiration Toward The Infinite.

It Is Always Easier To Believe Than To Deny. Our Minds Are Naturally Affirmative.

In What Bold Relief Stand Out The Lives Of All Walkers Of The Snow! The Snow Is A Great Tell-tale, And Blabs As Effectually As It Obliterates. I Go Into The Woods, And Know All That Has Happened. I Cross The Fields, And If Only A Mouse Has Visited His Neighbor, The Fact Is Chronicled.

O Bluebird, Welcome Back Again, Thy Azure Coat And Ruddy Vest, Are Hues That April Loveth Best.