"To rest! To rest!"
And I am glad to go,
For the sweet oil is low,
And rest is best!




THE PRUNER


God is a zealous pruner,
For He knows--
Who, falsely tender, spares the knife
But spoils the rose.




THE WAYS


To every man there openeth
A Way, and Ways, and a Way.
And the High Soul climbs the High way,
And the Low Soul gropes the Low,
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A High Way, and a Low.