The Red Sahara In An Angry Glow,

For Hearts Where Wakened Love Doth Lurk, How Fine, How Blest A Thing Is Work! For Work Does Good When Reasons Fail.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.