Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me.

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods From The Seconds Slim - Decades Of Arrogance Between The Dial Life - And Him -

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

I Confess That I Love Him, I Rejoice That I Love Him, I Thank The Maker Of Heaven And Earth That Gave Him To Me. The Exultation Floods Me.