'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It

For Love All Love Of Other Sights Controls And Makes One Little Room An Everywhere

I Throw Myself Down In My Chamber, And I Call And Invite God And His Angels Thither.

God Made Sun And Moon To Distinguish The Seasons, And Day And Night; And We Cannot Have The Fruits Of The Earth But In Their Seasons. But God Hath Made No Decrees To Distinguish The Seasons Of His Mercies. In Paradise The Fruits Were Ripe The First Minute, And In Heaven It Is Always Autumn. His Mercies Are Ever In Their Maturity.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.