One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord--"Not yet: but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.