He's True To God Who's True To

It Is Good To Lengthen To The Last A Sunny Mood.

There Is No Bore We Dread Being Left Alone With So Much As Our Own Minds.

Behind The Dim Unknown, Standeth God With The Shadow, Keeping Watch Above His Own.

The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

Dear Common Flower, That Grow'st Beside The Way, Fringing The Dusty Road With Harmless Gold, First Pledge Of Blithesome May, Which Children Pluck, And, Full Of Pride Uphold.