Men Might Be Better If We Better

Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand And Left.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.