O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

The Least Flower, With Brimming Cup, May Stand And Share Its Dew Drop With Another Near.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.