Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss had brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more.