They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…

O man, O woman, grievest so? Art shut away from all delight, And must thou leave this garden pl… O Eve, O Adam, question not. The God is kind who would be crue…

O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…

In this little school Life goes so sweetly, Day on azure day Is lost completely. No one thinks too much,

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…

Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…

Sometimes the skirts I push throu… Spread circlewise, strong petalled… And look for the rapt moment of a… Like Buddha’s robe. And I, caught up out of the workr…

O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this

Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,

When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers

One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,