Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.