Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.