“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…