Be Sure That God Ne'er Dooms To

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

I Have Lived, And Seen God's Hand Thro A Life Time, And All Was For The Best.