Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, ``A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''
Elizabeth Barret Browning's Sonnet XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
