An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And

Let Us Labor For An Inward Stillness-- An Inward Stillness And An Inward Healing. That Perfect Silence Where The Lips And Heart Are Still, And We No Longer Entertain Our Own Imperfect Thoughts And Vain Opinions, But God Alone Speaks To Us And We Wait In Singleness Of Heart That We May Know His Will, And In The Silence Of Our Spirits, That We May Do His Will And Do That Only

Ah! What Would The World Be To Us If The Children Were No More? We Should Dread The Desert Behind Us Worse Than The Dark Before.

A Noble Type Of Good. Heroic Womanhood.

Only A Look And A Voice; Then Darkness Again And Silence.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?