And all whom I loved there, and who loved me;

When I have put our seas ’twixt them and me,

Put Thou Thy seas betwixt my sins and Thee:

As the tree’s sap doth seek the root below

In winter, in my winter now I go

Where none but Thee, th’ eternal root

Of true love, I may know.

Dr. Donne.

Without Christ all gain is loss,

All hope despair, that stands not on his cross;