Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

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.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose Fire-hearts Sowed Our Furrows When The World Was Worthy Of Such Men.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.