Whether my days are cooled with calm or filled with fever's ardent taint, I have the same blue sky as God, I have the same God as the saint.
Ridgely TorrenceGirl, when he gives you kisses twain, use one, and let the other stay; And hoard it, for moons die, red fades, and you may need a kissโsome day.
Ridgely TorrenceThough man or angel judge my life and read it like an open scroll, And weigh my heart, I have judge more just than anyโmy own soul.
Ridgely TorrenceWhatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold.
Ridgely Torrence