I Have Lived To Thank God That

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

It Is A Comely Fashion To Be Glad; Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.

Quoth The Ocean, "dawn! O Fairest, Clearest, Touch Me With Thy Golden Fingers Bland; For I Have No Smile Till Thou Appearest For The Lovely Land.

There Is But Halting For The Wearied Foot; The Better Way Is Hidden. Faith Hath Failed; One Stronger Far Than Reason Mastered Her. It Is Not Reason Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith Hard, But Life.