A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.
What joy is better than the news of friends?
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.