Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.

God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been read more

God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
[Fr., Dieu est le poete, les hommes ne sont que les acteurs. Ces
grandes pieces qui se jouent sur la terre ont ete composees dans
le ciel.]

The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.

The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, read more

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and
tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their hands;
And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which
sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.

The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty read more

The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty does not change its real value.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

The world is a living image of God.

The world is a living image of God.

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the read more

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as
a little thing.