All Things Do Go A-courting, In Earth,

Which Anguish Was The Utterest--then-- To Perish, Or To Live?

I Confess That I Love Him, I Rejoice That I Love Him, I Thank The Maker Of Heaven And Earth That Gave Him To Me. The Exultation Floods Me.

We Both Believe, And Disbelieve A Hundred Times An Hour, Which Keeps Believing Nimble.

The Dandelion's Pallid Tube Astonishes The Grass, And Winter Instantly Becomes An Infinite Alas.

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.