Farewell Has Long Been Said; I Have Forgone Thee; I Never Name Thee Even. But How Shall I Learn Virtues And Yet Shun Thee? For Thou Art So Near Heaven That Heavenward Meditations Pause Upon Thee. Thou Dost Beset The Path To Every Shrine; My Trembling Thoughts Discern Thy Goodness In The Good For Which I Pine; And If I Turn From But One Sin, I Turn Unto A Smile Of Thine. How Shall I Thrust Thee Apart Since All My Growth Tends To Thee Night And Day- To Thee Faith, Hope, And Art? Swift Are The Currents Setting All One Way; They Draw My Life, My Life, Out Of My Heart.