God Is The Perfect Poet.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

The Great Mind Knows The Power Of Gentleness.

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.