The Moon Is Bleached As White As

Man Is The Miracle In Nature. God Is The One Miracle To Man. Behold, "there Is A God," Thou Sayest. Thou Sayest Well: In That Thou Sayest All. To Be Is More Of Wonderful, Than Being, To Have Wrought, Or Reigned, Or Rested.

The Moon Is Bleached As White As Wool, And Just Dropping Under; Every Star Is Gone But Three, And They Hang Far Asunder,-- There's A Sea-ghost All In Gray, A Tall Shape Of Wonder!

We Wish For More In Life Rather Than More Of It.

I Have Lived Life Long Enough To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.