A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.