Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This

Her Face Betokened All Things Dear And Good, The Light Of Somewhat Yet To Come Was There Asleep, And Waiting For The Opening Day, When Childish Thoughts, Like Flowers Would Drift Away.

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

The Red Sahara In An Angry Glow, / With Amber Fogs, Across Its Hollows Trailed / Long Strings Of Camels, Gloomy-eyed And Slow.

It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

It Is A Comely Fashion To Be Glad; Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.