Who doubts his God is but a lout;
Who piths his wisdom with egotry
Hath lost his mark. To doubt,
Is but to cast thee as a stone
Unto the very Heart of God.
Who doubts his God
Hath but announced his own weak limitations,
Hath tied his hand his fettered of his foot.
To doubt thy God
Is but to stop the everlasting flow of mercy;
To die of thirst and lose thee
In the chaos of thyself.
February 18th, 1926

Be there aught sae wonderous
As a cup of communion?
As a cup of fellowship?
Be there aught sae wonderous to a wench
As a right to weild her tongue, and good listeners?
Be there aught sae wonderous as the fact
That we may never, never,
in the days to come, be seperate?
For I have become a part of thee,
And thou hast become a part of me!
This is an holy sacrament!