Tell me, Mother Nature, tell,— What of heaven and what of hell? Who doth ill and who doth well? Tell me, Mother Nature. Well is done where firmlier life Cometh forth from any strife; Where life‐happiness is rife:— Love to live, my creature. What of love? With what intent Is my life with loving bent,— Sacrifice and sacrament? Tell me, Mother Nature. Loveless life is null and vain; Love alone is worthy gain, Love alone is worthy pain;— Live to love, my creature.
L.S. Bevington (1845-1895)