Dreams grow holy put in action.

I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

See how time makes all grief decay.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

Each man has some part to play.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'

Dreams grow holy put in action.