CREEDS BY WILLARD WATTLES How pitiful are little folk They seem so very small; They look at stars, and think they are Denominational. MEASURE ME, SKY! BY LEONORA SPEYER Measure me, sky! Tell me I reach by a song I have been little so long! Weigh me, high wind! What will your wild scales record? Profit of pain, Joy by the weight of a word! Horizon, reach out! Catch at my hands, stretch me taut, Rim of the world; Widen my eyes by a thought! Sky, be my depth, Wind, be my width and my height, "AN AIR OF COOLNESS PLAYS UPON HIS FACE" BY SARAH N. CLEGHORN Out of the four and twenty hours, To take one sheaf of moments To open the house and air it In the May morning of Eternity, Leave all your cares and duties Naked to the little foxes, But guard them with a golden bayonet! Swing wide the dormer windows of Now From A SUMMER NIGHT BY MATTHEW ARNOLD Plainness and clearness without shadow of stain! Clearness divine! Ye heavens, whose pure dark regions have no sign Of languor, though so calm, and though so great, |