Oh! God! That Bread Should

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.

Bells Are Musics Laughter.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.