There Is No Truer Truth Obtainable By

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.