The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

Why should I wish to see God better than this day? I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass; I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name, And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean