Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.

Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.

Give us grace to listen well.

The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.

Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.