Who Rises From Prayer A

Sunrays, Leaning On Our Southern Hills And Lighting Wild Cloud-mountains That Drag The Hills Along, Oft Ends The Day Of Your Shifting Brilliant Laughter Chill As A Dull Face Frowning On A Song. Ay, But Shows The South-west A Ripple-feathered Bosom Blown To Silver While The Clouds Are Shaken And Ascend Scaling The Mid-heavens As They Stream, There Comes A Sunset Rich, Deep Like Love In Beauty Without End.

Faith Works Miracles. At Least It Allows Time For Them.

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.