Five letters for Papa;
One for Lou,
And none for you,
And three for dear Mamma.
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I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy will at least to love, that burns withinAnd thirsteth after Me:So will I render fruitful, blessing still,The germs and small beginnings in thy heart,Because thy will cleaves to the better part.—Alas, I cannot will.Dost not thou will, poor soul? Yet I receiveThe inner unseen longings of the soul,I guide them turning towards Me; I…
Maiden May sat in her bower,
Sweet of scent;Sat and dreamed away an hour,Half content, half uncontent.‘Why should rose blossoms be born,Tender blossoms, on a thornThough so sweet?Never a thorn besets the cornScentless in its strength complete.‘Why are roses all so frail,At the mercy of a gale,Of a breath?Yet so sweet and perfect pale,Still so sweet in life and death.’Maiden May…
I dug and dug amongst the snow,
I dug and dug amongst the sand,And still no green thing came to hand.Melt, O snow! the warm winds blowTo thaw the flowers and melt the snow;But all the winds from every landWill rear no blossom from the sand.
I took my heart in my hand
I said: Let me fall or stand,Let me live or die,But this once hear me speak-(O my love, O my love)-Yet a woman’s words are weak;You should speak, not I.You took my heart in your handWith a friendly smile,With a critical eye you scanned,Then set it down,And said: It is still unripe,Better wait a while;Wait…
When fishes set umbrellas up
Lizards will want their parasolsTo shade them from the sun.
Swift and sure the swallow,
Slow and sure may miss his way,Swift and sure may fail.