For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet..

The watchful mother tarries nigh Though sleep have closed her infant's eye, For should he wake, and find her gone..

New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought..

Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near..