If We Tried To Sink The Past

Guess Now Who Holds Thee?'--'death,' I Said. But, There, The Silver Answer Rang, . . . 'not Death, But Love.

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

Will That Light Come Again, As Now These Tears Come...falling Hot And Real!

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love.