I Find No Abhorring In My Appetite.

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.

The Heavens Rejoice In Motion, Why Should I Abjure My So Much Loved Variety.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

Death, Thou Shalt Die.

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.