Silence Is More Musical Than Any Song.

O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A Song, A Melody Of Heaven To Reach My Heart And Rouse Me To The Race And Make Me Strong.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

Hope Dead Lives Nevermore, No, Not In Heaven.

What Is Pink? A Rose Is Pink By The Fountain's Brink.

Love Loves For Ever, And Finds A Sort Of Joy In Pain, And Gives With Nought To Take Again, And Loves Too Well To End In Vain: Is The Gain Small Then? Love Laughs At "never", Outlives Our Life, Exceeds The Span Appointed To Mere Mortal Man: All Which Love Is And Does And Can Is All In All Then.