MAN PROPOSES GOD DISPOSES 



White the Word of Words reposes 



Far beyond the lip's control, 

 Till the fitting time discloses, 



In the garden of the soul, 

 Let us dreamers day by day 

 In the outward gardens pray. 



ARTHUR EDWARD WAITE. 

 A Book of Mystery and Vision. 



I know, 



When the shadows lie so rich, so slant, so long 

 Over the close-cropp'd lawn which else is 



white with dew, 



Where the misty vistas shine, and the wind- 

 ing path go through 

 To thickets beyond the garden ground and a 



secret bird in song; 



The darkling orbs of the sunflowers, splen- 

 didly tall, 

 Droop in the moon-mist nimbus, dim with 



a hollowing tinge, 



While from their palm-like leaves the thick 

 dews trickle and fall, 



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