Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry -

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.