O Lyric Love, Half Angel

I Walked A Mile With Pleasure; She Chattered All The Way. But Left Me None The Wiser For All She Had To Say. I Walked A Mile With Sorrow And Ne'er A Word Said She; But Oh, The Things I Learned From Her When Sorrow Walked With Me!

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

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most; Entertaining Hope Means Recognizing Fear.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.