I Heard An Angel Speak Last Night/and

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Of All The Thoughts Of God That Are Borne Inward Unto Souls Afar, Along The Psalmist's Music Deep, Now Tell Me If That Any Is. For Gift Or Grace, Surpassing This-- He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.