A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.

Truth - is as old as God-.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.