If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End.

Earth May Embitter, Not Remove, The Love Divinely Given; And E'en That Mortal Grief Shall Prove The Immortality Of Love, And Lead Us Nearer Heaven.

I Would Build A Cloudy House For My Thoughts To Live In; When For Earth Too Fancy-loose And Too Low For Heaven! Hush! I Talk My Dream Aloud - I Build It Bright To See, - I Build It On The Moonlit Cloud, To Which I Looked With Thee.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.