And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! Shall light thy dark up like a Star. A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love and fainting faith.

The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal magic music from Life's mystic frets.

The plough of Time breaks up our Eden-land, And tramples down its fruitful flowery prime. Yet thro' the dust of ages living shoots O' the old immortal seed start in the furrows And, where Love looked on with glorious eye, These quicken'd germs of everlastingness Flower lusty, as of old in Paradise!

I was a dweller amid shadows grim: Till FREEDOM touched my yearning eyes, and lo! Life in a shining circle, rounding rose, As heaven on heaven goes up the jewell'd night. New floods of passionate life swirl'd at my heart, Like Ocean-surges rolling round the world: And FREEDOM was my glittering Bride.

They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.

I know no better way of waging the battle for Truth than arraying the facts face to face on either side and letting them fight it out.

In this dim world of clouding cares, We rarely know, till wildered eyes See white wings lessening up the skies, The angels with us unawares.

Upon Love's bosom Earth floats like an Ark Safely through all the Deluge of the dark.

A sweet new blossom of humanity, fresh fallen from God's own home, to flower on earth

Cling closer, closer, life to life, Cling closer, heart to heart The time will come, my own wed Wife, When you and I must part! Let nothing break our band but Death, For in the world above 'Tis the breaker Death that soldereth Our ring of Wedded Love.

O Youth! flame earnest, still aspire, With energies immortal! To many a heaven of Desire, Our yearning opes a portal! And tho' Age wearies by the way, And hearts break in the furrow, We'll sow the golden grain Today-- The Harvest comes tomorrow.

The Future, like a fruitfuller Summer, sits Ripening her Eden silently.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.