Great Floods Have Flown From

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

All Is Well Ended If This Suit Be Won. That You Express Content; Which We Will Pay, With Strife To Please You, Day Exceeding Day.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.