I Have Lived Life Long

There Is But Halting For The Wearied Foot; The Better Way Is Hidden. Faith Hath Failed; One Stronger Far Than Reason Mastered Her. It Is Not Reason Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.