Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But

My World's Both Parts, And 'o! Both Parts Must Die.

Commemoration Of John Donne, Priest, Poet, 1631 He Was The Word That Spake It; He Took The Bread And Brake It; And What That Word Did Make It I Do Believe, And Take It.

And Dare Love That, And Say So Too, And Forget The He And She.

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

Death Is An Ascension To A Better Library.