Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road A Robber'd Like The Look Of,-- Wooden Barred, And Windows Hanging Low

The Heart Asks Pleasure--first-- And Then--excuse From Pain

Love Is Everything. And That's All We Know About It.

To Lose What We Have Never Owned Might Seem An Eccentric Bereavement, But Presumption Has Its Own Affliction As Well As Claim.