I Have Lived To Thank God That

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

For Hearts Where Wakened Love Doth Lurk, How Fine, How Blest A Thing Is Work! For Work Does Good When Reasons Fail.

From Henceforth Thou Shalt Learn That There Is Love To Long For, Pureness To Desire, A Mount Of Consecration It Were Good To Scale.

It Is A Comely Fashion To Be Glad; Joy Is The Grace We Say To God.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.