Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.