Two Spendthrift Kings 62 Growth 63 Change 64 Wistaria 65 My Nook 66 When Plaintively and Near the Cricket Sings 68 The Little Memories 69 Pass By 70 In Empty Courts 71 Down the Trail 72 “Bells from Over the Hills Sound Sweet” 74 In Town 75 Moods 76 A Misty Morning 77 Two Songs 78 Noon 79 Your Beautiful Passing 80 By Moonlight 81 One Day 82 The Mission Graves 83 Along the Track 84 A Place of Dreams 85 Think Not, O Lilias 86 To Rosy Buds 87 Yesterday 88 The Mourner 89 Ave atque Vale 90 Notes 91 THE OUTER GATE[1] Life said: “My house is thine with all its store; Behold, I open shining ways to thee-- Of every inner portal make thee free: O child, I may not bar the outer door. Go from me if thou wilt, to come no more; But all thy pain is mine, thy flesh of me; And must I hear thee, faint and woefully, Call on me from the darkness and implore?” Nay, mother, for I follow at thy will. But oftentimes thy voice is sharp to hear, Thy trailing fragrance heavy on the breath; Always the outer hall is very still, And on my face a pleasant wind and clear Blows straitly from the narrow gate of Death. RAIN The rain was grey before it fell, And through a world where light had died There ran a mournful little wind That shook the trees and cried.