And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.

Yet Come To Me In Dreams, That I May Live My Very Life Again Though Cold In Death; Come Back To Me In Dreams, That I May Give Pulse For Pulse, Breath For Breath: Speak Low, Lean Low, As Long Ago, My Love, How Long Ago

Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives Are Few.