The beautiful seems right By force of Beauty, and the feeble wrong Because of weakness. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life, struck sharp on death,
Makes awful lightning. His last word was, 'Love–'
'Love, my child, love, love!'–(then he had done with grief)
'Love, my child.' Ere I answered he was gone,
And none was left to love in all the world.

I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek Show I am sad;
But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek,
Until made glad.
I cannot feel
That all is well, when dark'ning clouds conceal
The shining sun;
But then I know
God lives and loves; and say, since it is so, "Thy will be done."

Di mana-mana terdapat rumput jelatang,
Tapi rumput hijau yang lembut tetap lebih banyak,
Kebiruan langit lebih luas daripada awan gelap.