These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

I Saw The Long Line Of The Vacant Shore, The Sea-weed And The Shells Upon The Sand, And The Brown Rocks Left Bare On Every Hand, As If The Ebbing Tide Would Flow No More.

To-morrow! The Mysterious, Unknown Guest, Who Cries To Me: "remember Barmecide, And Tremble To Be Happy With The Rest." And I Make Answer: "i Am Satisfied; I Dare Not Ask; I Know Not What Is Best; God Hath Already Said What Shall Betide.

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

Nothing Is Or Can Be Accidental With God.

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.