The Dove Loves When It Quarrels; The

For So It Is, O Lord My God, I Measure It! But What It Is I Measure, I Do Not Know.

He Loves Thee Too Little, Who Loves Anything Together With Thee, Which He Loves Not For Thy Sake.

Learn To Dance, So When You Get To Heaven The Angels Know What To Do With You.

Even The Straws Under My Knees Shout To Distract Me From Prayer

Singing Is A Lover's Thing.