On The King's Gate The

There Cannot Be Found In The Animal Kingdom A Bat, Or Any Other Creature, So Blind In Its Own Range Of Circumstance And Connection, As The Greater Majority Of Human Beings Are In The Bosoms Of Their Families

Motherhood Is Priced Of God, At Price No Man May Dare To Lessen Or Misunderstand.

But All Lost Things Are In The Angels' Keeping, Love; No Past Is Dead For Us, But Only Sleeping, Love; The Years Of Heaven With All Earth's Little Pain Make Good Together There We Can Begin Again, In Babyhood.

Wounded Vanity Knows When It Is Mortally Hurt; And Limps Off The Field, Piteous, All Disguises Thrown Away. But Pride Carries Its Banner To The Last.

For April Sobs While These Are So Glad April Weeps While These Are So Gay,- Weeps Like A Tired Child Who Had, Playing With Flowers, Lost Its Way.