I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost

So Mothers Have God's License To Be Missed.

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.