In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with for evil so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Smiling the boy fell dead.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.