Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental.

And Lips Say “god Be Pitiful,” Who Ne'er Said “god Be Praised.”

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

Through Heaven And Earth God's Will Moves Freely, And I Follow It, As Color Follows Light. He Overflows The Firmamental Walls With Deity, Therefore With Love; His Lightnings Go Abroad, His Pity May Do So, His Angels Must, Whene'er He Gives Them Charges.

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.