Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In

For There Is No Friend Like A Sister In Calm Or Stormy Weather.

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

I Have No Wit, No Words, No Tears; My Heart Within Me Like A Stone Is Numb'd Too Much For Hopes Or Fears; Look Right, Look Left, I Dwell Alone; I Lift Mine Eyes, But Dimm'd With Grief No Everlasting Hills I See; My Life Is In The Falling Leaf: O Jesus, Quicken Me.

Choose Love Not In The Shallows But In The Deep.

For I Am Bound With Fleshly Bands, Joy, Beauty, Lie Beyond My Scope; I Strain My Heart, I Stretch My Hands, And Catch At Hope.