How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How

What Change Has Made The Pastures Sweet And Reached The Daisies At My Feet, And Cloud That Wears A Golden Hem? This Lovely World, The Hills, The Sward-- They All Look Fresh, As If Our Lord But Yesterday Had Finished Them.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

How Short Our Happy Days Appear! How Long The Sorrowful!

You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong In Heaven / That God Has Hidden Your Face?

Man Is The Miracle In Nature. God Is The One Miracle To Man.