“Yet have I but one daughter,” answered God. “Is it possible that even yet thou dost not know me?” whispered the veiled one. HOME HOME!--HOME! All night the orchards sighing and surging.... All night the branches tossing and gesturing against the moon.... All night the scent of the blossom.... But why do they say that I am dead? LOVE SONG He sang of the strong labouring of stars that wheel in their courses, and of passionate Suns.... Songs of courage against destiny, of scorn against mean riches; songs of sorrow, and of dancing joy; of childhood, old age, and life again after. But never a song sang he of his beloved. Therefore she laughed, and knew that he was still her slave. THE WINDOW Blinking at the sun, what things of horror come peering out of me!--what ages of beasts! O that God would look out of me upon His world--that I might be a window for the eyes of Christ! BROTHERS Are men only our brothers? Were not the animals and the stars at Bethlehem? HOLY BROTHERHOOD O you who have found mankind for a brother, be not content! You are brothers and sisters of angels and archangels: and your feet are on the glimmering roadways of unimaginable stars. _Printed by Hazell, Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury._ TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.