As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.

I Have Done One Braver Thing Than All The Worthies Did, And Yet A Braver Thence Doth Spring, Which Is, To Keep That Hid.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

And To 'scape Stormy Days, I Choose An Everlasting Night.