I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.

All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

Not for myself I make this prayer, But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.

The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind