I Sometimes Think God Allows

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.

In The Beauty Of The Lilies Christ Was Born Across The Sea, With A Glory In His Bosom That Transfigures You And Me; As He Died To Make Men Holy, Let Us Die To Make Men Free, While God Is Marching On.

All The Sugar Was In The Bottom Of The Cup.

It Has Been Strange To Me To Return To Life And To Feel That I Have Any Sympathy With Human Beings, After The Long Interval Of Quiet And Indifference Which Succeeded My Marriage.

God Forgive Me If I Do Wrong In Following With Ardor The Strongest Instincts Of My Nature.