Born in March 17, 1820 / Died in July 20, 1897 / United Kingdom / English
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
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