Excerpt from Poems of Faith, Hope, and Love Its bliss will at last he a weary reign, And its peace be pain.9 A monkish legend. SO he wandered, musing under his hood, Far into the depths of a solemn wood; Where a bird was singing, so soft and clear, That he paused and listened with Charmed ear; Listened, r knew, while thus intent, how the moments went. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.