God Is The Perfect Poet.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.