Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

I Was Made And Meant To Look For You And Wait For You And Become Yours Forever.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?