Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does Life.

As The Moths Around A Taper, As The Bees Around A Rose, As The Gnats Around A Vapour, So The Spirits Group And Close Round About A Holy Childhood, As If Drinking Its Repose.

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.