Alone alone all all alone Alone on a wide wide sea.
She is not fair to outward viewAs many maidens be;Her loveliness I never knewUntil she smiled on me.Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,A well of love, a spring of light.
A mother is a mother still The holiest thing alive.
All thoughts all passions all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed his sacred flame.
If we take care of the inches we will not have to worry about the miles.