The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.