The Sea Hath Its Pearls The Heaven

Thinking The Deed, And Not The Creed, Would Help Us In Our Utmost Need.

For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

I Heard The Trailing Garments Of The Night Sweep Through Her Marble Halls! I Saw Her Sable Skirts All Fringed With Light From The Celestial Walls! I Felt Her Presence, By Its Spell Of Might, Stoop O'er Me From Above; The Calm, Majestic Presence Of The Night, As Of The One I Love.

Day, Like A Weary Pilgrim, Had Reached The Western Gate Of Heaven, And Evening Stooped Down To Unloose The Latchets Of His Sandal Shoon.