How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! / O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! / God strikes a silence through you all, / And giveth his beloved, sleep.

Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.