_KNOWLEDGE_.

To this man, 'tis a goddess tall,
Who lifts a star-encircled head;
To that, a fine cow in a stall,
Which gives him butter to his bread.


_MY FAITH_.

Which religion I profess?
None of which you mention make.
Wherefore so?--And can't you guess?
For Religion's sake.


_FRIEND AND FOE_.

Dear is my friend, but my foe too
Is friendly to my good;
My friend the thing shows I _can_ do,
My foe, the thing I should.


_EXPECTATION AND FULFILMENT_.

Thousand-masted, mighty float,
Out to sea Youth's navy goes:
Silent, in his one saved boat,