But all things shall be ours! Up, heart, and sing.
All things were made for us---we are God's heirs---
Moon, sun, and wildest comets that do trail
A crowd of small worlds for a swiftness-tail!
Up from thy depths in me, my child-heart bring!
The child alone inherits anything;
God's little children---all things are theirs!
~Diary of an old soul, May 4th
