The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep, A Rest For Weary Pilgrims Found, They Softly Lie And Sweetly Sleep Low In The Ground.

Prayer Moves The Arm Which Moves The World, And Brings Salvation Down.

If God Hath Made This World So Fair, Where Sin And Death Abound, How Beautiful Beyond Compare Will Paradise Be Found!

Beyond This Vale Of Tears There Is A Life Above. Unmeasured By The Flight Of Years; And All That Life Is Love.

Blue Thou Art, Intensely Blue; Flower, Whence Came Thy Dazzling Hue?