Baby smiled, mother wailed, Earthward while the sweetling sailed; Mother smiled, baby wailed, When to earth came Viola.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.

All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.

Oh invisible, we view thee, O world intangible, we touch thee, o world unknowable, we know thee.

There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.