There is no joy but calm!

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gle…

Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. Wha…

In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord,-till perfect Day shall shine Through Peace to Light.

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

The most manifest sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness; her state is like that in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.