Such, Such Were The Joys

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved. They Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

But If At Church They Would Give Some Ale. And A Pleasant Fire Our Souls To Regale. We'd Sing And We'd Pray All The Live Long Day, Nor Ever Once From The Church To Stray.

Each Man Is Haunted Until His Humanity Awakens.

The Angel That Presided O'er My Birth Said, 'little Creature, Formed Of Joy And Mirth, Go Love Without The Help Of Any Thing On Earth'.