When the stars threw down their spears, / And watered heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.

There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.

Waste no tearsUpon the blotted record of lost years,But turn the leaf, and smile, oh! smile, to seeThe fair white pages that remain for thee.

To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. ot their name. William James's mysticism chapter from 'Varieties of Relligious Experience' may help here.