Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock, “Oh Christ! It is the Inchcape Rock!” - Robert Southey

They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
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Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
. . . . .
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
But ’tis the happy that have called thee so.

For he that is a good man, is three quarters of his way towards the being a good Christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.