The day is all before, with cares beset-- The cares we know, and they that give no warning, For love is God's own antidote for fret. Folks need a heap of loving at the noontime-- In the battle full, the moment snatched from strife, Half way between the waking and the croontime, While bickering and... Sign in to see full entry.
There's a part o' the sun in an apple There's part o'the moon in a rose There's a part o'the flaming Pleiaqdes In every leaf that grows. Out of the vast comes nearness For the God whose love we sing Sends a little of His heaven To every living thing. by Augustus Wright Bamberger Sign in to see full entry.