I Cannot Be Content With Less Than

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.