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 every day’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.
|These are a few of the hearts. I used Pink, Red, and White cardstock. In order to fit them in the jar, I had to fold the hearts, but it turned out very well. Here is a link so that you can save time from looking up all of the different languages.|
Originally posted 2016-02-12 06:00:00.