Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

Only A Madman Would Give Good For Evil

Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own Mortality, And Not Expect Too Much.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.