And To The Faithful: Death,

And Grace That Won Who Saw To Wish Her Stay.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

God Is Thy Law, Thou Mine: To Know No More Is Woman's Happiest Knowledge And Her Praise. With Thee Conversing I Forget All Time.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.