I Am Athirst For God, The Living

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.

How Gently Rock Yon Poplars High Against The Reach Of Primrose Sky With Heaven's Pale Candles Stored.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

I Am Glad To Think I Am Not Bound To Make The World Go Right, But Only To Discover And To Do, With Cheerful Heart, The Work That God Appoints.