Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And

My Heart Contains Of Good, Wise, Just, The Perfect Shape.

Darkness Now Rose, As Daylight Sunk, And Brought In Low'ring Night Her Shadowy Offspring.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Let Us No More Contend, Nor Blame Each Other, Blamed Enough Elsewhere, But Strive, In Offices Of Love, How We May Lighten Each Other's Burden.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.