I See A Man's Life Is A

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

But Wherefore Could Not I Pronounce 'amen'? I Had Most Need Of Blessing, And 'amen' Stuck In My Throat.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You