"Three things there are," 
	        said one,
"That miracles are-
Dawn, and the setting sun
	And a falling star."

"Two things there be," he said,
"Beyond man's quest:
The white peace of the dead,
	And a heart at rest."

"One only thing," he cried,
"Draws all men still-
A stark cross standing wide
	On a windy hill."

-- E. P. Dickie