'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With

God Is Seen God In The Star, In The Stone, In The Flesh, In The Soul And The Clod.

'tis An Awkward Thing To Play With Souls.

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

Poetry, Like Love, Is Something We Never Truly Say Goodbye To.

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.