German-born theologian, musician, philosopher and medical missionary
The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of a loftier character.
Think big, believe big, act big, and the results will be big.
THE SATURDAY POEM
The Moon Anon
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon: This way, and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam By silver reeds in a silver stream.