Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.

In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought

Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4.

'T is better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.[632:3]

In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.

In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1.