And almost every one when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like Him. - Arthur Hugh Clough

Thou shalt not covet, but tradition
Approves all forms of competition.

Alas! the great world goes its way,
And takes its truth from each new day;
They do not quit, nor can retain,
Far less consider it again.

I watched them from the window, thy children at their play,
And I thought of all my own dear friends, who were far, oh, far away,
And childish loves, and childish cares, and a child’s own buoyant gladness
Came gushing back again to me with a soft and solemn sadness;
And feelings frozen up full long, and thoughts of long ago,
Seemed to be thawing at my heart with a warm and sudden flow.