Two human loves make one divine.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

Light tomorrow with today!

A grave, on which to rest from singing?

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

I worked with patience which means almost power.