God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance,

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Pippa's Song The Year's At The Spring The Day's At The Morn Morning's At Seven, The Hill Side's Dew-pearled The Lark's On The Wing The Snail's On The Thorn God's In His Heaven- All's Right With The World

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

Truth Is Within Ourselves.