All's Love, Yet All's Law.

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.