Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Light tomorrow with today!

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.