The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Great little One! whose all-embracing birth Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death

It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise / Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

And when life's sweet fable ends,
Soul and body part like friends;
No quarrels, murmurs, no delay;
A kiss, a sigh, and so away.