Love, All Alike, No Season Knows, Nor

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

Full Nakedness! All My Joys Are Due To Thee, As Souls Unbodied, Bodies Unclothed Must Be, To Taste Whole Joys.

Batter My Heart, Three-personed God, For You As Yet But Knock; Breathe, Shine, And Seek To Mend; That I May Rise, And Stand, O'erthrow Me, And Bend Your Force To Break, Blow, Burn, And Make Me New.

'tis The Year's Midnight, And It Is The Day's.

Our Faults Are Not Seen, But Past Us; Neither Felt, But Only In The Punishment.