Thou Art A Woman, And That Is

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

As The Master So The Valet.

I Have A Heart With Room For Every Joy .

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.