God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
Let’s contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, – Only sleep.
But facts are facts and flinch not.
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
Though Rome’s gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
Look not down but up!
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!
That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
Such ever was love’s way: to rise, it stoops.
Be sure that God Ne’er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
All’s love, yet all’s law.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man’s loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
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.
Life is an empty dream.
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.