All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

In all change, well looked into, the germinal good out-veils the apparent ill.

So for thy spirit did devise Its Maker seemly garniture, Of its own essence parcel pure.-- From grave simplicities a dress, And reticent demureness, And love encinctured with reserve; Which the woven vesture would subserve. For outward robes in their ostents Should show the soul's habiliments. Therefore I say,--Thou'rt fair even so, But better Fair I use to know.

The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.

Agnosticism is the everlasting perhaps.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.

Little Jesus, was Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel like to be Out of Heaven, and just like me?