Until I truly loved, I was alone.
They serve God well, who serve his creatures.
For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world's shore, And all our calm is in that balmâ€” Not lost but gone before.
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thoughtÂ—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.