O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.

It Is Not Reason Which Makes Faith Hard, But Life.

Her Face Betokened All Things Dear And Good, The Light Of Somewhat Yet To Come Was There Asleep, And Waiting For The Opening Day, When Childish Thoughts, Like Flowers Would Drift Away.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!