Still desiring, we live without hope.
I am made of God, through his Grace. Such that your misery touches me not, Nor does flame of that burning assail me.
Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven
Deed done is well begun.