For There Is No Friend Like A

Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In Heaven.

Tread Softly! All The Earth Is Holy Ground.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird.

Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High And White.

My Heart Is Like A Singing Bird Whose Nest Is In A Water'd Shoot; My Heart Is Like An Apple-tree Whose Boughs Are Bent With Thick-set Fruit.