He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

I Dwell In Possibility.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.