The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
The eagle that soars in the upper air does not worry itself how it is to cross rivers. — Gladys Aylward Copy Share Image
The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of… — Martin Carter Copy Share Image
