I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things ar….

When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries..

What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracl….

And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet..

When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother..

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 ….

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored..

People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display..

Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round ….

I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the ….

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoug….

O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Th….

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes..

From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good to scale..

For hearts where wakened love doth lurk, How fine, how blest a thing is work! For work does good when reasons fail..

Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire..

It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God..

There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered her. It is not reaso….

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side..

O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some ol….

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man..