No Matter What We Are,

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

Do You Hear The Children Singing?

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

I Wonder More And More Just Where I May Have Come Out If I Had Never Seen Harvard Square.

Ah, When Shall Come Love's Courage To Be Strong! Tell Me, O Lord--tell Me, O Lord, How Long Are We To Keep Christ Writhing On The Cross!