But So Fair, She Takes The Breath

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

Who Can Fear Too Many Stars, Though Each In Heaven Shall Roll- Too Many Flowers, Though Each Shall Crown The Year? Say Thou Dost Love Me, Love Me, Love Me-toll The Silver Iterance!-only Minding, Dear, To Love Me Also In Silence, With Thy Soul.

It Was Not The Apple On The Tree But The Pair On The Ground That Caused The Trouble In The Garden Of Eden.

Do Ye Hear The Children Weeping, O My Brothers?

Books Succeed; And Lives Fail.