THE RIVER is grey and the air dazed with blown sand. On a morning of dark disquiet, when the birds are mute and their nests shake in the gust, I sit alone and ask myself, 'Where is she?' The days have flown wherein we sat too near each other; we laughed and jested, and the awe of love's majesty found no words at our meetings. I made myself small, and she trifled away every moment with pelting talk. To-day I wish in vain that she were by me, in the gloom of the coming storm, to sit in the soul's solitude.
LIFE OF MY life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind. I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart. And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
