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.
Alfred Lord TennysonLove took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Alfred Lord TennysonOnce in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.
Alfred Lord Tennyson