Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.
Who knows but the world may end tonight
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Make us happy and you make us good.
Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.