Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.