The Soul's Rialto Hath Its Merchandise, I

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

A Man May Love A Woman Perfectly, And Yet By No Means Ignorantly Maintain A Thousand Women Have Not Larger Eyes. Enough That She Alone Has Looked At Him With Eyes That, Large Or Small, Have Won His Soul.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

And Yet, Because I Love Thee, I Obtain From That Same Love This Vindicating Grace, To Live On Still In Love, And Yet In Vain

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.