As A Tree My Sin Stands To

There Is No Time Like Spring When Life's Alive In Everything, Before New Nestlings Sing, Before Cleft Swallows Speed Their Journey Back Along The Trackless Track.

The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall Cast Out Fear, And Paradise Hath Room For You And Me And All.

All Things That Pass Are Wisdom's Looking-glass.

And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet Things Dying.

Born In A Stable, Cradled In A Manger, In The World His Hands Have Made, Born A Stranger.