Language That Tells Us, Through

I Mean You Last As Long As Lies.

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.

Ah, When Shall Come Love's Courage To Be Strong! Tell Me, O Lord--tell Me, O Lord, How Long Are We To Keep Christ Writhing On The Cross!

For Through It All--above, Beyond It All-- I Know The Far-sent Message Of The Years, I Feel The Coming Glory Of The Light.

Shake The Tree Of Life Itself And Bring Down Fruits Unheard Of.