The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.