For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And

In Heaven It Is Always Autumn.

If Every Gnat That Flies Were An Archangel, All That Could But Tell Me That There Is A God; And The Poorest Worm That Creeps Tells Me That.

Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand It Possess, But Doth Waste With Greediness.

Let Man's Soul Be A Sphere, And Then, In This, The Intelligence That Moves, Devotion Is.

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.