We live in deeds, not years, [264].
We look along the shining ways, [161].
We look too far for blessings, [111].
We may question with wand of science, [132].
We must live through the weary winter, [161].
We say, and we say, and we say, [264].
We scatter seeds with careless hand, [67].
We see not, know not; all our way, [216].
We shape ourselves the joy or fear, [264].
We take our share of fretting, [145].