Man Seeks His Own Good At The

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Inscribe All Human Effort With One Word, Artistry's Haunting Curse, The Incomplete!

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

Motherhood: All Love Begins And Ends There.

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.