I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.