I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care. - John Greenleaf Whittier

What is good looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle,—generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration.

Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadows sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.

I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.