It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

Her Face Betokened All Things Dear And Good, The Light Of Somewhat Yet To Come Was There Asleep, And Waiting For The Opening Day, When Childish Thoughts, Like Flowers Would Drift Away.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.