Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound? We can but praise, for we may not understand; But there's no more beautiful riddle the whole worl… - Celia Thaxter

What though our eyes with tears be wet? The sunrise never failed us yet.</p>The blush of dawn may yet restore Our light and hope and joy once more. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet!

O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.

The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.