God Is In His Heaven,

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

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

In The First Is The Last, In Thy Will Is My Power To Believe.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!