Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.
We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.