We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

Sleep On, Baby, On The Floor, Tired Of All The Playing, Sleep With Smile The Sweeter For That You Dropped Away In! On Your Curls' Full Roundness Stand Golden Lights Serenely-- One Cheek, Pushed Out By The Hand, Folds The Dimple Inly.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.