Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
God is the perfect poet.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Truth never hurt the teller.
I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.