This, this is Thou. No idle painter's dream Of aureoled, imaginary Christ, Laden with attributes that make not God; But Jesus, son of Mary; lowly, wise, Obedient, subject unto parents, mild, Meek - as the meek that shall inherit earth, Pure - as the pure in heart that shall see God.

Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and free, Love for love's sake - as mine to thee. …

O infinitely human, yet divine! Half clinging childlike to the mother found, Yet half repelling - as the soft eyes say, 'How is it that ye sought me? Wist ye n…

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, - Outward bound.

Nid ydyw Duw mor greulon Ag y dywaid hen ddynion. Ni chyll Duw enaid gwr mwyn, Er caru gwraig na morwyn. Tripheth a gerir drwy'r byd: Gwraig a hinon ac iechyd.…

O Lord! thou knowest how busy I must be this day: if I forget thee, do not thou forget me.

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God a…