God Is The Perfect Poet.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?