As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
As the husband is, the wife is.