Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.