CONCEPTION
TO the many you give of your lighter vein
Laughter and gay repartee.
But the deeper side,—that which thinks things out,
You give to me.
With the many you play Life’s make-believe game;
’Tis a bantering light they see
When they look in your eyes, their earnest gaze
You save for me.
The many accept you for what you would seem;
From such blundering am I free:
I know you for your own true self,—the self
You are to me.
AWAKENING
OH, truth was mine before. I knew
The sun was gold; the skies of day were blue;
But the wonder of things, dear—this never grew
Until into my life, God’s grace sent you.
THE HOUSE BUILT ON SANDS
WE will go, he said, far, far away,
And a world make of our own.
A kingdom, such as never before
On land or sea, has been known.