Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
Alfred Lord TennysonAs love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
Alfred Lord TennysonThe old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
Alfred Lord Tennyson