In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.

This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing happiness in heart and brain;Time standing still, surrendering to meBeauty that otherwise would cease to be.

Kindness is goodness hidden in the heartMore often than declared in speech.

I eat you, life; you make me living eat.

Kindness is in a prison till it findsRelease in words or deeds.

Do not be too sure, young fellows,That you are better than your ancestors.