All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.

Love Is The Energy Of Life.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

If You Can Sit At Set Of Sun And Count The Deeds That You Have Done And Counting Find Oneself-denying Act, One Word That Eased The Heart Of Him That Heard. One Glance Most Kind, Which Fell Like Sunshine Where He Went, Then You May Count That Day Well Spent.