It Is A Comely Fashion To Be

We Wish For More In Life Rather Than More Of It.

I Am Glad To Think I Am Not Bound To Make The World Go Right, But Only To Discover And To Do, With Cheerful Heart, The Work That God Appoints.

And The Guelder Rose In A Great Stillness Dropped, And Ever Dropped, Her Wealth About Her Feet.

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

O Woman! Thou Wert Fashioned To Beguile: So Have All Sages Said, All Poets Sung.