For There Is No Friend Like A

Hope Is Like A Harebell, Trembling From Its Birth,love Is Like A Rose, The Joy Of All The Earth,faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White,love Is Like A Lovely Rose, The World's Delight.harebells And Sweet Lilies Show A Thornless Growth,but The Rose With All Its Thorns Excels Them Both.

I Might Show Facts As Plain As Day: But, Since Your Eyes Are Blind, You'd Say, 'where? What?' And Turn Away.

The Bourne Underneath The Growing Grass, Underneath The Living Flowers, Deeper Than The Sound Of Showers: There We Shall Not Count The Hours By The Shadows As They Pass. Youth And Health Will Be But Vain, Beauty Reckoned Of No Worth: There A Very Little Girth Can Hold Round What Once The Earth Seemed Too Narrow To Contain.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.

When I Am Dead, My Dearest, Sing No Sad Songs For Me