Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make

Good Strong Thick Stupefying Incense-smoke!

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips