O Holy Trust! O Endless Sense Of

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

Time, Like A Preacher In The Days Of The Puritans, Turned The Hour-glass On His High Pulpit, The Church Belfry.

O Lovely River Of Yvette! O Darling River! Like A Bride, Some Dimpled, Bashful, Fair Lisette Thou Goest To Wed The Orge's Tide. O Lovely River Yvette! O Darling Stream! On Balanced Wings The Wood-birds Sang The Chansonnette That Here A Wandering Poet Sings.

If We Could Read The Secret History Of Our Enemies.

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.