Sweet is true love, though given in vain.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.