The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Standing, With Reluctant Feet, Where The Brook And River Meet, Womanhood And Childhood Fleet!

What Shall I Say To You? What Can I Say Better Than Silence Is?

The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Learn To Labour And To Wait.

Chill Air And Wintry Winds! My Ear Has Grown Familiar With Your Song; I Hear It In The Opening Year, I Listen, And It Cheers Me Long.