What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

How He Lies In His Rights Of A Man! Death Has Done All Death Can. And Absorbed In The New Life He Leads, He Recks Not, He Heeds Nor His Wrong Nor My Vengeance; Both Strike On His Senses Alike, And Are Lost In The Solemn And Strange Surprise Of The Change.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!