As I Gaze Upon The

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked And Bare; Our Progress Through The World Is Trouble And Care.

The Things That Have Been And Shall Be No More, The Things That Are, And That Hereafter Shall Be, The Things That Might Have Been, And Yet Were Not, The Fading Twilight Of Joys Departed.

Love Keeps The Cold Out Better Than A Cloak.

The Nimble Lie Is Like The Second-hand Upon A Clock; We See It Fly; While The Hour-hand Of Truth Seems To Stand Still, And Yet It Moves Unseen, And Wins, At Last, For The Clock Will Not Strike Till It Has Reached The Goal.