The Mills of God grind slowly, bu… So soft and slow the great wheels… But the souls of men fall into the… And in that dust grow the Passion… Most wondrous their upspringing, i…

Curly head, and laughing eyes,— Mischief that all blame defies. Cricket,—footer,—Eton-jacket,— Everlasting din and racket. Tennis,—boating,—socks and ties,—

Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the se… Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of t… White in the sun-flecked Silver S… White in the moon-decked Silver S… White in the wrath of the Silver…

"Comfort ye, my people!" Saith your God,-- "And be ye comforted! And--be--ye--comforted!" Roughly my plough did plough you,

The sun shone white and fair, This Eastertide, Yet all its sweetness seemed but t… Our souls’ despair; For stricken hearts, and loss and…

Time beats out all things with his… Things great, things small. With steady strokes that never fai… With slow, sure strokes of his iro… Time beats out all.

Each man is Captain of his Soul, And each man his own Crew, But the Pilot knows the Unknown… And He will bring us through. We break new seas to-day,—

He only sees both sides of that da… That hangs before men’s eyes— He only. It is well! Hope ever stands unseen Behind the screen,

This mortal dies,— But, in the moment when the light… The darkness opens, and the vision… Breaks on his eyes. The vail is rent,—

Bond-slave to Christ, and in my b… Earmarked to Him I counted less t… His man henceforward, eager to be… That wondrous Love which Saul the… Sought him and found him, working…

Shapeless and grim, A Shadow dim O’erhung the ways, And darkened all my days. And all who saw,

Lord, give me faith!—to live from… With tranquil heart to do my simpl… And, with my hand in Thine, just… Lord, give me faith!—to trust, if… With quiet mind in all things The…

O Exiled Hearts—for you, for you— Love still can find the way! Hear the voices of the women on th… O Shadowed Lives—for you, for you… Hope hath not lost her ray!

Stephen, who died while I stood b… Wrought in his death the making of… Bruised one hard heart to thought… Fitted one fighter for a nobler st… Stephen, the Saint, triumphant an…

“A red rose for my helmet, And a word before we part! The rose shall be my oriflamme The word shall fill my heart.” Heart, Heart, Heart of my heart—