The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, No higher than the soul is high. The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through. But East and West will pinch the heart That can not keep them pushed apart; And he whose soul is flat—the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written.

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear