MY FAITH IN truth, my vision of the perfect,
help thee, Master, in thy creation.

I SIT AT my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

I WILL MEET one day the Life within me, the joy that hides in my life, though the days perplex my path with their idle dust.
I have known it in glimpses, and its fitful breath has come upon me making my thoughts fragrant for a while.
I will meet one day the Joy without me that dwells behind the screen of light-and will stand in the overflowing solitude where all things are seen as by their creator.