Still desiring, we live without hope.
Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.
A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.
Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.