Give Us Grace To Listen Well.

Sweet Is The Smile Of Home; The Mutual Look When Hearts Are Of Each Other Sure.

And Help Us, This And Every Day, To Live More Nearly As We Pray.

Pride Of The Dewy Morning, The Swain's Experienced Eye From Thee Takes Timely Warning. Nor Trusts The Gorgeous Sky.

Why Should We Faint And Fear To Live Alone,since All Alone, So Heaven Has Willed, We Die?nor Even The Tenderest Heart, And Next Our Own,knows Half The Reasons Why We Smile And Sigh.

For As Fire Is Kindled By Fire, So Is A Poet's Mind Kindled By Contact With A Brother Poet.