SHORTER POEMSBOOK IVTOL. B. C. L. M.1I loveall beauteous things,I seek and adore them;God hath no better praise,And man in his hasty daysIs honoured for them.I too will something makeAnd joy in the making;Altho’ to-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
SHORTER POEMSBOOK IVTOL. B. C. L. M.1I loveall beauteous things,I seek and adore them;God hath no better praise,And man in his hasty daysIs honoured for them.I too will something makeAnd joy in the making;Altho’ to-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
SHORTER POEMS
TOL. B. C. L. M.
I loveall beauteous things,I seek and adore them;God hath no better praise,And man in his hasty daysIs honoured for them.I too will something makeAnd joy in the making;Altho’ to-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
I loveall beauteous things,I seek and adore them;God hath no better praise,And man in his hasty daysIs honoured for them.I too will something makeAnd joy in the making;Altho’ to-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
I loveall beauteous things,I seek and adore them;God hath no better praise,And man in his hasty daysIs honoured for them.
I loveall beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I too will something makeAnd joy in the making;Altho’ to-morrow it seemLike the empty words of a dreamRemembered on waking.
I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Altho’ to-morrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.