Sweet Truth Is A Queen Proud And

Uncomfortable Thoughts Must Be Got Rid Of By Good Intentions For The Future.

Man Finds His Pathways: At First They Were Foot-tracks, As Those Of The Beast In The Wilderness; Now They Are Swift And Invisible: His Thought Dives Through The Ocean, And His Wishes Thread The Air: Has He Found All The Pathways Yet? What Reaches Him, Stays With Him, Rules Him: He Must Accept It, Not Knowing Its Pathway.

So Shall I Join The Choir Invisible Whose Music Is The Gladness Of The World.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.

A Woman's Lot Is Made For Her By The Love She Accepts.