Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There, And Whoever Wakes In England Sees, Some Morning, Unaware.

Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.