Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.