I Have A Heart With Room For

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.