We Are All Swimmers In God's Mighty

The More Keenly We Are Awake To The Perils Of Life, The Higher And Grander Is The Possibility Of Being Truly Brave.

A Peace That Depends On Fear Is Nothing But A Suppressed War.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

Religion? Yes, I Know It Well; I've Heard Its Prayers And Creeds, And Seen Men Put Them All To Shame With Poor, Half-hearted Deeds. They Follow Christ, But Far Away; They Wander And They Doubt. I'll Serve Him In A Better Way, And Live His Precepts Out.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.