I Love Thee, As The

The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night.

Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection Never Was Wasted.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

Thus At The Flaming Forge Of Life Our Fortunes Must Be Wrought; Thus On Its Sounding Anvil Shaped Each Burning Deed And Thought!

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.