301-326

301
LET me feel this world as thy love taking form, then my love will help
it.

302
THY sunshine smiles upon the winter days of my heart, never doubting of
its spring flowers.

303
GOD kisses the finite in his love and man the infinite.

304
THOU crossest desert lands of barren years to reach the moment of
fulfilment.

305
GOD's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.

306
THOU wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my
songs.

307
LET me not shame thee, Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.

308
CHEERLESS is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished
child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is
like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my
Friend.

309
TO-NIGHT there is a stir among the palm leaves, a swell in the sea, Full
Moon, like the heart throb of the world. From what unknown sky hast thou
carried in thy silence the aching secret of love?

310
I DREAM of a star, an island of light, where I shall be born and in the
depth of its quickening leisure my life will ripen its works like the
ricefield in the autumn sun.

311
THE smell of the wet earth in the rain rises like a great chant of praise
from the voiceless multitude of the insignificant.

312
THAT love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.

313
WE shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul
has gained, for her gains are one with herself.

314
GOD comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past
kept fresh in his basket.

315
WHEN all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every
touch of thine will come out the music of love.

316
LET me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.

317
MAN'S history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.

318
I FEEL thy gaze upon my heart this moment like the sunny silence of the
morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.

319
I LONG for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts.

320
THE prelude of the night is commenced in the music of the sunset, in its
solemn hymn to the ineffable dark.

321
I HAVE scaled the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren
height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet
where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.

322
THINGS look phantastic in this dimness of the dusk--the spires whose
bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for
the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.

323
I HAVE suffered and despaired and known death and I am glad that I am in
this great world.

324
THERE are tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open
spaces where my busy days had their light and air.

325
RELEASE me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making
death difficult.

326
LET this be my last word, that I trust in thy love.