Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

A Man In Armor Is His Armor's Slave.

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

Is Your Love For The Lord Sufficient To Give All Your Time And Talents To His Work?

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.