A Poet’s Prayer
That I have felt the rushing wind of Thee:
That I have run before Thy…
That I have run before Thy…
Literature
Miracles and Faith
It is not miracles that bring a realist to faith. A true realist, if he…
A Supplication
Forget not yet the tried intent
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My…
Of such a truth as I have meant;
My…
The Most Extravagant Possibilities
In this city they nonchalantly abandon themselves to the most extravagant possibilities. In their usual…
Threads of Life
The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he…
A Damp, Drizzly November in My Soul
Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money…
“Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill”
LIV.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
Will be the final goal of ill,…
Will be the final goal of ill,…
When You See the Truth, What Are You To Do?
Where did I leave off? At the point that I cannot imagine a situation in…
The Miraculous Mildness of Her Face
But what filled me with wonder was the miraculous mildness of her face. There are…