When God Helps All The Workers For

And Friends, Dear Friends,--when It Shall Be That This Low Breath Is Gone From Me, And Gone My Bier Ye Come To Weep, Let One, Most Loving Of You All, Say, "not A Tear Must O'er Her Fall; He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.

Our Euripides The Human, With His Droppings Of Warm Tears, And His Touchings Of Things Common Till They Rose To Meet The Spheres.

I Worked With Patience Which Means Almost Power.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.