From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily,

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.