"heaven Help Us," Said The Old Religion;

Your Trouble's Easy Borne When Everybody Gives It A Lift For You.

It Is Painful To Be Told That Anything Is Very Fine And Not Be Able To Feel That It Is Fine--something Like Being Blind, While People Talk Of The Sky.

I Will To Make Life Less Bitter For A Few Within My Reach.

There Are Men Whose Presence Infuses Trust And Reverence.

The Best Part Of A Woman's Love Is Worship; But It Is Hard To Her To Be Sent Away With Her Precious Spikenard Rejected, And Her Long Tresses, Too, That Were Let Fall, Ready To Soothe The Wearied Feet.