A Face Peered. All The Grey Night

His Are The Quiet Steeps Of Dreamland, The Waters Of No-more-pain; His Ram's Bell Rings 'neath An Arch Of Stars, "rest, Rest, And Rest Again.

As Long As I Live I Shall Always Be My Self - And No Other, Just Me.

The Sandy Cat By The Farmer's Chair Mews At His Knee For Dainty Fare; Old Rover In His Moss-greened House Mumbles A Bone, And Barks At A Mouse. In The Dewy Fields The Cattle Lie Chewing The Cud 'neath A Fading Sky; Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone Is Another Summer's Day.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour

Slowly, Silently, Now The Moon Walks The Night In Her Silver Shoon.