Man Seeks His Own Good At The

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

If Thou Tastest A Crust Of Bread, Thou Tastest All The Stars And All The Heavens.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.