The One I Love Is The Son

Good Things Should Be Praised.

All Thy Vexations Were But My Trials Of Thy Love, And Thou Hast Strangely Stood The Test; Here, Afore Heaven, I Ratify This My Rich Gift.

If I May Trust The Flattering Truth Of Sleep, My Dreams Presage Some Joyful News At Hand. My Bosom's Lord Sits Lightly In His Throne, And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.