The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call

Thank God For Grace, Ye Who Weep Only! If, As Some Have Done, Ye Grope Tear-blinded In A Desert Place And Touch But Tombs,--look Up! Those Tears Will Run Soon In Long Rivers Down The Lifted Face, And Leave The Vision Clear For Stars And Sun.

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

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

I Love You For The Part Of Me That You Bring Out.

O Pusillanimous Heart, Be Comforted And, Like A Cheerful Traveller, Take The Road Singing Beside The Hedge.