Warp and Woof and Tangle,— Weavers of Webs are we. Living and dying—and mightier dead… For the shuttle, once sped, is spe… Weavers of Webs are we.

When the Bells of Ys rang softly,… Soft—and sweet—and low, Not a sound was heard in the old g… As the silvery tones came floating… But life stood still with uncovere…

I faced a future all unknown, No opening could I see, I heard without the night wind moa… The ways were dark to me,— “I cannot face it all alone

Lord, Thou hast stricken us, smit… Winnowed us fine on the dread thre… “Had I not reason?—far you had st… Vain was My calling, you would no… Low in the dust, Lord, our hearts…

Singing, she washed Her baby’s clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry,

Wherever is an empty chair— Lord, be Thou there! And fill it—like an answered praye… With grace of fragrant thought, an… Sweet memories of him whose place

He writes in characters too grand For our short sight to understand; We catch but broken strokes, and t… To fathom all the mystery Of withered hopes, of death, of li…

Midway between the flaming lines h… A tumbled heap of blood, and sweat… —God’s son! And none could succour him. Fi… Then that... and then another..…

Where one is, There am I,— No man goeth alone! Though he fly to earth’s remotest… Though his soul in the depths of s…

The nations are in the proving; Each day is Judgment Day; And the peoples He finds wanting Shall pass—by the Shadowy Way.

Not what, but WHOM, I do believ… That, in my darkest hour of need, Hath comfort that no mortal creed To mortal man may give;— Not what, but WHOM!

Watchman! What of the night? No light we see,— Our souls are bruised and sickened… Of this foul crime against humanit… The Ways are dark——

Let no man stand between my God a… I claim a Free man’s right Of intercourse direct with Him, Who gave me Freedom with the air… God made me free.—

I saw one hanging on a tree, And O his face was sad to see,— Misery, misery me! There were berries red upon his he… And in his hands, and on his feet,

Unless our Souls win back to Thee… We shall have lost this fight. Yes, though we win on field and se… Though mightier still our might ma… We still shall lose if we win not…