It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way,

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

What I Aspired To Be And Was Not, Comforts Me.

Go Practice If You Please With Men And Women: Leave A Child Alone For Christ's Particular Love's Sake!

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!