Other Bards I envy not — Room there is for all, God wot — All I ask is room for me On the top branch of the tree. - Victor Daley

The Missionary labours With zeal, and pious art,
And rice, and cabin biscuit, In hope to change his heart;And dear old British ladies The Lord would fain cajole,
And humbly crave that He will save This poor old savage soul.

Could the Resurrection be
I had wished it but for Thee
For though all things rose changed and new
Thou wouldst rise unchanged and true
And cash at once my I.O.U.

Life is a web with many broken ends: Then why, O friend, be sad?
Good is not near so good as it pretends; Bad is not half so bad.