High as the eagle builds his lonely nest
          Above the sea, above the paths of man,
          And makes the elements his barbican,
          That none may break the mother-eagle’s rest;

          So build I far above all human eyes
          My nest of love; Heaven’s face alone bends down
          To give it sunlight, starlight; while is blown
          A wind upon it out of Paradise.

          None shall affright, no harm may come to her,
          Whom I have set there in that lofty home: 
          Love’s eye is sleepless; I could feel the stir

          E’en of God’s cohorts, if they chanced to come. 
          I am her shield; I would that I might prove
          How dear I hold the lady of my love.

When thou makest a voyage to the stars, go thou blindfolded;
          and carry not a sword, but the sandals of thy youth. 
           ­Egyptian Proverb.

Seek thou the Angel of the Cross Roads ere thou goest upon a
          journey, and she will give thee wisdom at the Four Corners. 
           ­Egyptian Proverb.

Pisgah
          Behold, now, I have touched the highest point
          In my existence.  When I turn my eyes
          Backward to scan my outlived agonies,
          I feel God’s finger touch me, to anoint

          With this sweet Present the ungenerous Past,
          With love the wounds that struck stark in my soul;
          With hope life’s aching restlessness and dole;
          To show me place to anchor in at last.

          Like to a mother bending o’er the bed
          Where sleeps, death-silent, one that left her side
          Ere he had reached the flow of manhood’s tide,

          So stood I by my life whence Life had fled. 
          But Life came back at Love’s clear trumpet-call,
          And at Love’s feet I cast the useless pall.