To Justify God's Ways To Man.

Tell Me Not Here, It Needs Not Saying, What Tune The Enchantress Plays In Aftermaths Of Soft September Or Under Blanching Mays, For She And I Were Long Acquainted And I Knew All Her Ways.

Lovers Lying Two And Two Ask Not Whom They Sleep Beside, And The Bridegroom All Night Through Never Turns Him To The Bride.

Earth And High Heaven Are Fixed Of Old And Founded Strong.

Existence Is Not Itself A Good Thing, That We Should Spend A Lifetime Securing Its Necessaries: A Life Spent, However Victoriously, In Securing The Necessaries Of Life Is No More Than An Elaborate Furnishing And Decoration Of Apartments For The Reception Of A Guest Who Is Never To Come. Our Business Here Is Not To Live, But To Live Happily.

How Clear, How Lovely Bright, How Beautiful To Sight Those Beams Of Morning Play; How Heaven Laughs Out With Glee Where, Like A Bird Set Free, Up From The Eastern Sea Soars The Delightful Day. To-day I Shall Be Strong, No More Shall Yield To Wrong, Shall Squander Life No More; Days Lost, I Know Not How, I Shall Retrieve Them Now; Now I Shall Keep The Vow I Never Kept Before. Ensanguining The Skies How Heavily It Dies Into The West Away; Past Touch And Sight And Sound Not Further To Be Found, How Hopeless Under Ground Falls The Remorseful Day.