In The Morning Of The

Since There My Past Life Lies, Why Alter It?

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Are There Not, Dear Michael, Two Points In The Adventure Of The Diver,- One, When A Beggar He Prepares To Plunge; One, When A Prince He Rises With His Pearl? Festus, I Plunge.

O Lyric Love, Half Angel And Half Bird. And All A Wonder And A Wild Desire.