Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

What Is Last Year's Snow To Me, Last Year's Anything? The Tree Budding Yearly Must Forget How Its Past Arose Or Set

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark