Fairest And Best Adorned Is She Whose

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her Peaceful Way.

Hymns Should Have Unity, Graduation And Mutual Dependence In The Thoughts, A Conscious Progress, A Sense Of Completeness And Be Easily Understood.

Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence Came Thy Dazzling Hue?

Who That Hath Ever Been Could Bear To Be No More? Yet Who Would Tread Again The Scene He Trod Through Life Before?