The Tulip's Petals Shine In Dew, All

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

Tis Human Actions Paint The Chart Of Time.

A Mother's Love — How Sweet The Name! What Is A Mother's Love? — A Noble, Pure And Tender Flame, Enkindled From Above, To Bless A Heart Of Earthly Mould; The Warmest Love That Can Grow Cold; This Is A Mother's Love.

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

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