Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

Two Roses On One Slender Spray In Sweet Communion Grew, Together Hailed The Morning Ray And Drank The Evening Dew.

The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All Beautiful, But None Alike.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.