We Wish For More In Life Rather

I Am Athirst For God, The Living God.

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

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

A Healthful Hunger For A Great Idea Is The Beauty And Blessedness Of Life.

Yet There Are Some Resting-places, / Life's Untroubled Interludes; / Times When Neither Past Nor Future / On The Soul's Deep Calm Intrudes.