“Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.” — Jean Ingelow

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.