I Heard The Spring Light Whisper Above

On The Shining Yards Of Heaven See A Wider Dawn Unfurled. . . . The Eternal Slaves Of Beauty Are The Masters Of The World.

Thank God For Poverty That Makes And Keeps Us Free And Lets Us Go Our Unobtrusive Way, Glad Of The Sun And Rain, Upright, Serene, Humane, Contented With The Fortune Of A Day.

Indifference May Not Wreck A Man's Life At Any One Turn, But It Will Destroy Him With A Kind Of Dry-rot In The Long Run.

Lord Of The Far Horizons, Give Us The Eyes To See Over The Verge Of The Sundown The Beauty That Is To Be.

Over The Shoulders And Slopes Of The Dune I Saw The White Daisies Go Down To The Sea, A Host In The Sunshine, An Army In June, The People God Sends Us To Set Our Heart Free.