He Guides Me And The Bird. In

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.