Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

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

There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep, A Rest For Weary Pilgrims Found, They Softly Lie And Sweetly Sleep Low In The Ground.

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

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.