Have you never wept with a grief that slowly passes;
Have you never laughed when a joy goes running by?
Know you not the peace of rest that follows labor?—
You have not learnt to live then; how can you dare to die?
Scribner’s Tertius van Dyke
GOD’S WILL
God meant me to be hungry,
So I should seek to find
Wisdom, and truth, and beauty,