Remember Me When I Am

To Her Whose Heart Is My Heart's Quiet Home, To My First Love, My Mother, On Whose Knee I Learnt Love-lore That Is Not Troublesome.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.