Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In

As A Tree My Sin Stands To Darken All Lands; Death Is The Fruit It Bore.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience Is The Early Blossom On The Tree Of Faith.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

To Her Whose Heart Is My Heart's Quiet Home, To My First Love, My Mother, On Whose Knee I Learnt Love-lore That Is Not Troublesome.

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town