Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
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!
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.