Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.