'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

All Other Things To Their Destruction Draw, Only Our Love Hath No Decay.