Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.