When God Helps All The Workers For

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.

Oh, The Little Birds Sang East, And The Little Birds Sang West.

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven, And Every Common Bush Afire With God: But Only He Who Sees Takes Off His Shoes.