Many Inventions Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made Ecclesiastes vii, 29 z Rudyard Kipling New York D. Appleton & Company 1899 TO THE TRUE ROMANCE. Thy face is far from this our war Our call and counter-cry. I shall not find Thee quick and kind, Nor know Thee till I die. Enough for me in dreams to see And touch Thy garments' hemThy feet have trod so near to God I may not follow them. Through wantonness if men profess They weary of Thy parts, E'en let them die at blasphemy And perish with their arts: But we that love, but we that prove Thine excellence august, While we adore, discover more Thee perfect, wise, and just. Since spoken word Man's spirit stirred Beyond his belly-need, In thought and craft and deed : |