Smiling the boy fell dead.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

And inasmuch as feeling, the East's gift, Is quick and transient,- comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable.

But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.