The Heaven That Rolls Around Cries Aloud

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

Be As A Tower Firmly Set; Shakes Not Its Top For Any Blast That Blows.

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.

Love, That Exempts No One Beloved From Loving, Seized Me With Pleasure Of This Man So Strongly, That, As Thou Seest, It Doth Not Yet Desert Me.

We Have No Hope And Yet We Live In Longing.