For His Heart Was In

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.

It Is Difficult To Know At What Moment Love Begins; It Is Less Difficult To Know That It Has Begun.

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

The Life Of A Man Consists Not In Seeing Visions And In Dreaming Dreams, But In Active Charity And In Willing Service.

Glorious Indeed Is The World Of God Around Us, But More Glorious The World Of God Within Us.