"I saw Time in his workshop carving faces; Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs, Sharp cares that cut out d…"

"'Is Sin, then, fair?' Nay, love, come now, Put back the hair From his sunny brow; See, here, blood-red Across his hea…"

"'How slayeth Sin?' First, God is hid, And the heart within By its own self chid; Then the maddened brain Is scourged …"

"'Oh, curses on you hand and head, Like the rains in this wild weather The guilt of blood is swift and dread, Your sis…"

"So often have I met death face to face, His eyes now wear the welcome of a friend's."

"Clay was I; the potter Thou With Thy thumb-nail smooth'dst my brow, Rolltdst the spittle-moistened sands Into limbs b…"

"Give me splendour in my death — Not this sickening dungeon breath, Creeping down my blood like slime, Till it wastes …"

"Right hath the sweeter grace, But Wrong the prettier face."

"Sweet house of God, sweet earth, so full of pleasure, I enter at thy gates in storm or calm; And every sunbeam is a j…"

"Growing to full manhood now, With the care-lines on our brow, We, the youngest of the nations, With no childish lamen…"