Then Hush Thee, My Darling, Take Rest

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.

He That Climbs The Tall Tree Has Won Right To The Fruit, He That Leaps The Wide Gulf Should Prevail In His Suit.

For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is Love.

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.

Welcome As The Flowers In May.