“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d'oeurve for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels!” BelieveEnoughHandsRunningI BelieveHeavenStarsPerfectTreeHighestMiracleEnvironmentalGrassSandEggsCowsGrainDepressingChefMiceLeafsMachineryStatuesScornHingesInfidelLeaves Of GrassToadsGrains Of SandParlorBlackberriesWrens Author:Walt Whitman
“O Youth! flame earnest, still aspire, With energies immortal! To many a heaven of Desire, Our yearning opes a portal! And tho' Age wearies by the way, And hearts break in the furrow, We'll sow the golden grain Today-- The Harvest comes tomorrow.” WayHeartStillsAgeTodayDesireEnergyHeavenBreakYouthTomorrowGoldenFlamesImmortalYearningGrainAspireHarvestEarnestHeart BreakPortal Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Apart from the positive woes of perdition, an eternity of wretchedness grows from the want of love to Christ as naturally as the oak grows from the acorn, or the harvest from the scattered grain. It is not that love to Christ merits heaven; it does far better, it makes heaven. It is, as it were, the organ of sensation that takes note of heaven's blessedness.” WantDoeHeavenGrowsChristEternityNotesMeritSensationsOrgansGrainHarvestWoeOaksWretchednessBlessednessAcornsPerdition Author:Andrew Kennedy Hutchison Boyd