I Have Lived Life Long Enough To

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

There Is But Halting For The Wearied Foot; The Better Way Is Hidden. Faith Hath Failed; One Stronger Far Than Reason Mastered Her. It Is Not Reason Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

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

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

O Sleep! O Sleep! Do Not Forget Me. Sometimes Come And Sweep, Now I Have Nothing Left, Thy Healing Hand Over The Lids That Crave Thy Visits Bland, Thou Kind, Thou Comforting One. For I Have Seen His Face, As I Desired, And All My Story Is Done. O, I Am Tired.