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Oh That It Were With Me As With The Flower; Blooming On Its Own Tree For Butterfly And Bee Its Summer Morns: That I Might Bloom Mine Hour A Rose In Spite Of Thorns. Oh That My Work Were Done As Birds' That Soar Rejoicing In The Sun: That When My Time Is Run And Daylight Too, I So Might Rest Once More Cool With Refreshing Dew.

What Is Green? The Grass Is Green, With Small Flowers Between. What Is Violet? Clouds Are Violet In The Summer Twilight. What Is Orange? Why, An Orange, Just An Orange!

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

Remember Me When I Am Gone Away, Gone Far Away Into The Silent Land; When You Can No More Hold Me By The Hand, Nor I Half Turn To Go Yet Turning Stay. Remember Me When No More Day By Day You Tell Me Of Our Future That You Planned: Only Remember Me; You Understand It Will Be Late To Counsel Then Or Pray. Yet If You Should Forget Me For A While And Afterward Remember, Do Not Grieve: For If The Darkness And Corruption Leave A Vestige Of The Thoughts That Once I Had, Better By Far You Should Forget And Smile Than That You Should Remember And Be Sad.

Trust Me, I Have Not Earned Your Dear Rebuke, I Love, As You Would Have Me, God The Most; Would Lose Not Him, But You, Must One Be Lost, Nor With Lot's Wife Cast Back A Faithless Look Unready To Forego What I Forsook; This Say I, Having Counted Up The Cost, This, Tho' I Be The Feeblest Of God's Host, The Sorriest Sheep Christ Shepherds With His Crook. Yet While I Love My God The Most, I Deem That I Can Never Love You Overmuch; I Love Him More, So Let Me Love You Too; Yea, As I Apprehend It, Love Is Such I Cannot Love You If I Love Not Him. I Cannot Love Him If I Love Not You.