When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break

When Sparrows Build And The Leaves Break Forth My Old Sorrow Wakes And Cries.

I Have Lived To Thank God That All My Prayers Have Not Been Answered.

I Wish, And I Wish That The Spring Would Go Faster, Nor Long Summer Bide So Late; And I Could Grow On Like The Foxglove And Aster, For Some Things Are Ill To Wait.

Tears Are The Showers That Fertilize This World.

What Change Has Made The Pastures Sweet And Reached The Daisies At My Feet, And Cloud That Wears A Golden Hem? This Lovely World, The Hills, The Sward-- They All Look Fresh, As If Our Lord But Yesterday Had Finished Them.