The Dove, On Silver Pinions, Winged Her

When The Good Man Yields His Breath (for The Good Man Never Dies).

When To The Cross I Turn My Eyes,and Rest On Calvary,o Lamb Of God, My Sacrifice,i Must Remember Thee.

Fairest And Best Adorned Is She Whose Clothing Is Humility.

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

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