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.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.