So mothers have God's license to be missed.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.