God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To

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

The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise, I Barter For Curl Upon That Mart.

Most Illogical Irrational Nature Of Our Womanhood, That Blushes One Way, Feels Another Way, And Prays, Perhaps Another!

The English Have A Scornful Insular Way Of Calling The French Light.

As The Moths Around A Taper, As The Bees Around A Rose, As The Gnats Around A Vapour, So The Spirits Group And Close Round About A Holy Childhood, As If Drinking Its Repose.