Good Novel
What if he crept once
Pleading to you!
He never slept once,
Nor was untrue.
Often forgetful,
Love may forget;
Froward and fretful,
Dear, he will fret;
Ever regretful,
He will regret.
Life is completer
Through his control;
Living made sweeter
Even through dole,
Hearing Love's metre
Sing in the soul.
Flesh may not hear it,
Being impure;
And mind may fear it,
May not endure;
But in the spirit -
There we are sure.
So when to-morrow