Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
And may you happy live, And long us bless.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.