The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All

Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A Day's March Nearer Home.

Fairest And Best Adorned Is She Whose Clothing Is Humility.

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

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire, Uttered Or Unexpressed, The Motion Of A Hidden Fire That Trembles In The Breast. Prayer Is The Burden Of A Sigh, The Falling Of A Tear, The Upward Glancing Of An Eye When None But God Is Near.