Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?
Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?
Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood be with me,
Fly by my path till you have made me whole!

My first may be the firstborn,
The second child may be;
My second is a texture light
And elegant to see:
My whole do those too often write
Who are from talent free.

Love builds a nest on earth and waits for rest,
Love sends to heaven the warm heart from its breast,
Looks to be blest and is already blest,
And testifies: " God's Will is alway best. "

" I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow " —
Yea, scarlet woman, today: but not yea at all tomorrow.
Scarlet queen on a scarlet throne all today without sorrow,
Bethink thee: today must end; there is no end of tomorrow.

Faith and Hope are wings to Love,
Silver wings to golden dove.

Lord, Thou art fulness, I am emptiness:
Yet hear my heart speak in its speechlessness
Extolling Thine unuttered loveliness.

Hail,1 guest, and enter freely! All you see
Is, for your momentary visit, yours; and we
Who welcome you, are but the guests of God

And know not our departure.1 These verses and the next are proposed inscriptions for Stevenson's new house, " Skerryvore, " presented to him and his wife by his father.

Lo, in thy green enclosure here,
Let not the ugly or the old appear,
Divine Priapus; but with leaping tread
The schoolboy, and the golden head
Of the slim filly twelve years old —
Let these to enter and to steal be bold!

Good old ale, mild or pale,
India ale and Burton,
Give me a vat to swim a whale.

When far along the verdant dale
The far-off spire appears,
The mind reverts to Burton's ale
And dreams of different beers.

Hail, garden of confident hope!
Where sweet seeds are quickening in darkness and cold;
For how sweet and how young will they be
When they pierce thro' the mould.
Balm, myrtle, and heliotrope
There watch and there wait out of sight for their Sun:
While the Sun, which they see not, doth see
Each and all one by one.