He is all fault who has no fault at all.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.