And yearn to gain it, catching at mistake
As midway help till he reach fact indeed.
In the buzz of the bee and the strong steed’s neighing,
In the bursting bud and the heart’s unrest,
The voice of nature again is saying,
In God’s own motto, that Love is best.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We ask for long life, but 'tis deep life or grand moments that signify.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace.
...Be just and fear not;
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's.
Study nature as the countenance of God! Try to extract every line of beauty, every association, every moral reflection, every inexpressible feeling from it.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its lap from some once lovely head.
By loving whatever is lovable in those around us, love will flow back from them to us, and life will become a pleasure and not a pain.
—A. P. Stanley