Who Wooed In Haste, And

Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.