Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
"Love can be measured only by what it gives." (M. Radcliffe)
For God so loved the world that He gave... His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him will never perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16)
