Faith be the shadow of love,
Cleaved unto love's side for aye.
Love be born with nay why
Upon its lips and likewise Faith.
He who questions faith receiveth silence,
For the bond twixt faith and love
Be too holy for prating.
by Sam Walter Foss"Let us paint a landscape in June," he cried;
"A Landscape in high June."
And the poster-painter swelled with pride
And trilled a merry tune.
And he painted five cows in Antwerp ...