So Mothers Have God's License To Be

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

We Overstate The Ills Of Life, And Take Imagination... Down Our Earth To Rake.

God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To Shame.

But Since He Had The Genius To Be Loved, Why Let Him Have The Justice To Be Honoured In His Grave.