I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

All's love, yet all's law.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.