Publication - Is The Auction Of The

The Power To Console Is Not Within Corporeal Reach - Though Its Attempt Is Precious.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

She Died--this Was The Way She Died; And When Her Breath Was Done, Took Up Her Simple Wardrobe And Started For The Sun. Her Little Figure At The Gate The Angels Must Have Spied, Since I Could Never Find Her Upon The Mortal Side.

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.