Quotes from Charles Hanson Towne

I need not shout my faith. Thrice eloquent Are quiet trees and the green listening sod; Hushed are the stars, whose power is never spent; The hills are mute: yet how they speak of God!

I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, after the day's great sun.

How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June!

Thou art not dead! Thou art the whole Of life that quickens in the sod.

I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, After the day's great sun.

Indeed, we do not really live unless we have friends surrounding us like a firm wall against the winds of the world.