Girl, so rare art thou like a comet.
You're a fair and comely nymphet.

Walking alone, even if it's only a mile--
Though you'd have wine, bread and cream--
The journey would be weary, and very dreary
Would life to thee be without a lone smile;
Howbeit if you've gotten by Grace a deary,
A companion sweet, though you should walk
A thousand miles together; yet it would seem
Like a furlong as you both are cheeringly talk-
Ing sans the comforts of chocolate and chicken,
Save for water and crisps into pieces broken.

Darkness and death
Cannot cast their pall
Yonder this fallen earth
Over life and light at all.

Behold, but let it nay an impediment
Be, beauteous babe, my faltering lip,
Because grandiloquence is the very flip
Side, save on the spur of the moment,
Of love; neither my pausing mouth
Consider which seemingly lacks fancy gait
And uttereth its words haltingly straight
Like a verily soaked clumsy lager lout.
Though my solemn tongue pauses, perfect peach,
The lines of my love do make a sublime speech.

They aren't supposed to be here,
Yet there are they in limbo,
Bearing the affections of any that show:
The innocent abandoned babies dear.

To some parents and homes they too belong
But in home for the fosters are they being nurtured,
And people about have become people around
Those beautiful children forlorn so long.

And never in akimbo our love should stand,
For good help must reach and kiss them now
From folk full of kindness's brow
Lest their destiny be buried in quicksand.

The wrath to come can never be imagined;
Upon this present world the dark damnation
That'll be visited cannot be envisaged,
When the earth shall enter eternal liquidation.

And no middle place for the soul of man,
Either to heaven or to hell will it go
For his deeds his own spirit shall scan:
Condemning or acquitting him justly so.