Death: The Grand Perhaps.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.