What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

'Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.

Make us happy and you make us good.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.