Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.