What I Do And What I Dream

For 'tis Not In Mere Death That Men Die Most.

I Cannot Speak In Happy Tones; The Tear Drops On My Cheek Show I Am Sad; But I Can Speak Of Grace To Suffer With Submission Meek, Until Made Glad.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love, The Attribute, The Evidence, And End, The Consummation To The Inward Sense Of Beauty Apprehended From Without, I Still Call Love.