Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

I always think a great speaker convinces us not by force of reasoning, but because he is visibly enjoying the beliefs he wants us to accept.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

What do we know but that we face one another in this place?

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.