Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.