A Serious Prophet Upon Predicting A Flood

Doubtless There Are Other Roads.

A Man Feared A Man Feared That He Might Find An Assassin; Another That He Might Find A Victim. One Was More Wise Than The Other.

The Red Sun Was Pasted In The Sky Like A Wafer.

Two Or Three Angels Came Near To The Earth. They Saw A Fat Church. Little Black Streams Of People Came And Went In Continually. And The Angels Were Puzzled To Know Why The People Went Thus, And Why They Stayed So Long Within.

The Voice Of God Whispers In The Heart So Softly That The Soul Pauses, Making No Noise, And Strives For These Melodies, Distant, Sighing, Like Faintest Breath, And All The Being Is Still To Hear.