She Would Wonder What Had

The Boy Should Enclose And Keep, As His Life, The Old Child At The Heart Of Him, And Never Let It Go. He Must Still, To Be A Right Man, Be His Mother's Darling, And More, His Father's Pride, And More. The Child Is Not Meant To Die, But To Be Forever Fresh Born.

I Watched Her Departure, As One Watches A Sunset. She Went Like A Radiance Through The Dark Wood, Which Was Henceforth Bright To Me, From Simply Knowing That Such A Creature Was In It.

Endurance Must Conquer, Where Force Could Not Reach.

My Prayers, My God, Flow From What I Am Not; I Think Thy Answers Make Me What I Am.

You Would Not Think Any Duty Small, If You Yourself Were Great.