There is no strange and distant place That is not gladdened by His face. And every nation kneels to hail The Splendour shining through Its veil. - Joyce Kilmer

When darkness hovers over earth
And day gives place to night,
Then lovers see the Milky Way
Gleam mystically bright,
And calling it the Way of Love
They hail it with delight.

But, of your courtesy, Monsignore, Do me this favour: When you this morning make your way To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses because of her who sits upon it, When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady, I beg you, say to her: "Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth, Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you For wearing a blue gown."

This man has home and child and wife And battle set for every day. This man has God and love and life; These stand, all else shall pass away.