Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

Love Loves For Ever, And Finds A Sort Of Joy In Pain, And Gives With Nought To Take Again, And Loves Too Well To End In Vain: Is The Gain Small Then? Love Laughs At "never", Outlives Our Life, Exceeds The Span Appointed To Mere Mortal Man: All Which Love Is And Does And Can Is All In All Then.

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

The City Mouse Lives In A House, The Garden Mouse Lives In A Bower