I Know Not How It

In Ourselves Are Triumph And Defeat.

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.

Then Read From The Treasured Volume The Poem Of Thy Choice, And Lend To The Rhyme Of The Poet The Beauty Of Thy Voice.

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

But The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night, And By Going Wrong All Things Come Right. Things Have Been Mended That Were Worse, And The The Worse, The Nearer They Are To Mend.